We are celebrating King’s day. Actually: my humans are celebrating it, like all the other humans in Holland. They eat and drink orange stuff, there are Dutch flags everywhere and music and people selling things they don’t need anymore. It is kind of a party. For them, that is. I do not care much about it. I mean: I don’t mind if they are having fun, but they don’t have to include me. I especially do not like this dressing-up-part of this national party. But alas, there is nothing I can do about it. Not today.