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Warning: bit of a ramble. If you are still interested, please read on…

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Where to start? Well, how about that today would have been Sunny’s 17th birthday, and even as I type that I realise that most cats never get to see 17… but dammit it sometimes still totally sideswipes me when I’m not expecting it – how much I miss him! And then I just ache and ache so bad wanting to hold him again, bury my face in his fur, look into his beautiful blue eyes. I missed his last birthday because I was in Málaga – it was the only birthday of his I ever missed. And yeah, I know cats don’t know about birthdays and such, but it was always important for me to make a big fuss over him, remembering the morning he was born in Salamanca. And how at that time, having those wee helpless  kittens to look after was very crucial to my well-being. Ah well, I know I wouldn’t be still missing him so much if I hadn’t loved him so, and if having him in my life hadn’t been so wonderful. So I guess that’s part of the deal. Fairy ’nuff.

What else? Well, talking about my trip to Málaga last summer, it looks like I’ll be back there soon. Manolo has told me that his apartment will be free from the 13-26th of August and that I can use it during that time – isn’t that fabulous? And so I am planning to go for a week (the 15th-22nd) in order to spend some time with Victoria at the vineyards and the bodega – gotta get more material for my most favourite of part-time jobs! And of course it will also be wonderful to be in Málaga again – my “second home” – and lie in bed at night listening to the waves…

I’m hoping that Nog will be able to make it down for the last weekend I’m there, but there are cat issues. I still have to shut Loki in the livingroom when nobody is at home so that he doesn’t rip the shit out of poor Azar. I try to tell myself that Loki is just playing (and I really think he is) but he gets pretty rough sometimes. And as I’ve said before, Loki’s jaws clamped onto Azar’s windpipe could lead to serious injury or even death, inadvertent or otherwise, which is obviously something I want to prevent. So the problem is this… do I leave Loki shut up in the livingroom for three whole days (two nights)? I think I could get Bizzy from L’Oca Giuliva across the street to come over and check on the boys. She has cats and so I could trust her to play with Loki a bit and make sure that all is well. And Nog really could use a break – plus I think he loves Málaga as much as I do. I mean, it’s a big livingroom, and Loki would have lots of food and water … not cruel, right?

Oh, and yesterday I had yet another hospital visit ALL BY MYSELF and the very best thing about it was that I wasn’t afraid at all. Heck, didn’t even feel nervous. More about that tomorrow.

In other news – WordPress has a new Like Button that has suddenly appeared, which I think will help out those who either don’t have time to comment or feel they have nothing to say.

Otherwise and that, been cooking up a storm lately. Nog has  been working quite a lot this summer, which kind of came out of the blue, and because he needs constant refueling – nobody ever believes he eats way more than I do – I have been helping out by cooking meals for him. Some are things that can be frozen and that he can reheat whenever he likes, such as: lentils & chorizo, risottos, bolognese, various stews. I also make the weekly tortillas (spinach & onion and potato & onion), as well as fabby marinated potatoes and various salads & sandwiches.  And curiously, the more I cook, the less I want to eat. So this is kind of win-win for me at the moment. I still get to have small snacks of gorgeous food (if I say so myself!) but I’m actually eating less than before.

And I guess that’s it really. I think this is turning out to be one of the best summers of my life, though it may not look like much to the casual observer. But it’s the no chemo thing. Every morning I wake up feeling so goddam lucky, you can’t imagine.

How’s your summer going?

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