Sweden

Sean and I are in Sweden. It sure is a quiet country. It's evening as I write this and my ears hurt from the silence. No sounds of cars, no sirens, no people walking around. All the birds and hedgehogs and other animals seem to have gone to sleep already. It is beautiful and peaceful here though, a good place to think about Katzu.

We met an orange cat today. His name was Sven (we later found out). Sven let me pet him after I had sat down and talked to him for a little bit. He meowed and then he walked away and started cleaning himself where my hand had touched him. Cats are very subtle that way. Sean and I argued whether Sven was a tabby or not.

There are many cats in my mother's 'hood. The neighbor names all his cats after Swedish soccer-players. "Zlatan" was recently hit by a car and he passed away. Now they have "Chippen" (Christian Wilhemsson, Bolton) instead. I have not met Chippen as of yet.

Tomorrow we're going to church to light a candle for Katzu. ;)