The Neasden Temple

Or more properly the BAPS Shri Swaminarayan Temple. I was delighted to go there ysterday on a trip from work. It is absolutely beautiful

Friday I'm in Love

(remember The Cure? where did they GO?)

Shaky shaky due to instability and bad light conditions, but I think the message is clear.

I love my cat, and I think she at least LIKES me :)

I love details, as in...

...a beautiful tree in the botanical garden, close to the library

...the mosaic on one of the library walls

...an ornate fence on Engelbrektsgatan - "this is as far as you get, enjoy the view"

Bumble Bees

Bubmle bees tucking in to Echinops flowers

...so, we DID harass Näcken

Apart from being an electric engineer I also gladly take part in health related work. I guess that's me making up for not completing my studies to become a medical doctor :)

This Friday we wandered around Uppsala for more than three hours, talking to teenagers (mostly) and trying to get them to understand that veneral diseases are once again spreading rapidly, that some of them (for instance Chlamydia) sometimes are hard to notice but that they still can harm your body causing sterility among both men and women.

At midnight we set out to harass Näcken (as portrayed by Swedish artist Bror Hjorth). He is (ahem) big, but finally one of the participants managed to cover his private parts with a condom.

Simba

I found the original owners today! Amazing. I am SO happy, and calm now that I know he's well taken care of again.

(a naughty little runaway, that one!)

"His name was SIMBA? My GOD, I understand that he ran away" said one of my friends. *lol*

Compare his body shape today with the initial picture, at least I got him a little less skinny during the time I fed him. Apparently he was a HUGE cat before he ran away. His owner was stunned at the sight of him now - "well, you should have seen him two weeks ago" I told him.

Bebe

Looking angelic as ever

Speaking of Izzy...

...she used to be a deserted, skinny street-cat too, but she seems to have forgotten that by now. This picture was taken quite shortly after she moved in with me, she had stayed (and got well fed!) with Fredrike for a while, but she was still CRAZY for food, she always seemed to think that every meal was the last one to get served.

(I try to tell her that she ought to remember how tough it was to be deserted, but she simply wont listen - "That Fredrik is NOT going to take ANY of your attention away from me, I've served my hard time in the streets, I deserve full attention from my Human Being by now" she claims. Well well...)

Fredrik

This little guy breaks my heart. I found him huddled under a balcony (it was raining) a little more than a week ago when I went to get my bike outside my house. At first he ran away, frightened, but then he came back to me.

He is so beautiful, and such a nice cat, but painstakingly skinny. I've been feeding him since, and I try to find him a new home (no, Izzy didn't accept him so we can't adopt him, I tried twice already). He waits for me everyday now. Yesterday evening I came home 11.15 pm - I parked my bike and "tip tip tip", there he was, softly purring and telling me "Welcome home (and, by the way, I'd like to get some dinner now)".

I named him Fredrik, for certain reasons. Ahem.

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