I just got this for the cats. They are now playing with the box…
Many people are cynical about Valentine’s Day, calling it Hallmark Day or Interflora Day, and they roll their eyes at restaurants and their special “romantic” menus for couples. I can see how it’s easy to mock this kind of “commercially enforced romance”, but like everything (for example… Christmas!) it’s all about how you feel. I’ve personally never felt much either way about this particular day, but then this happened.
While walking to a Valentine’s Day dinner I had been invited to (not romantic, just with friends) I saw this man and his beautiful dog sitting in Plaza San Lorenzo, so I stopped to take a photo. The dog heard me and turned, and then the man turned, so we started talking. I heard about how he came to have this dog, about his leg pain, his smoking habit, and a few other personal tidbits. Then he looked up at the clock on the church and said his wife would be just getting off work so he had to get home. He said he had prepared a special Valentine’s meal for her and had also got her a gift. And I thought … this is the true meaning of Valentine’s Day. 🙂
It’s been a long and difficult week with this guy, but I am happy to report that Loki is eating well again (and keeping it down!) and seems to be properly on the mend. He’s even back to pestering me for breakfast in the morning – something I never thought I’d miss. Thanks for all your best wishes, and I know that Deb will be especially glad that her favourite boy is feeling better. 🙂
So I’ve just ordered this from Amazon. I saw it yesterday at El Corte Inglés, but it was 20€ more (!!), and so although I may still have to take Loki back to the vet’s this weekend (hope not) I decided to save some cash and order it online, even if it means having to lug him in the normal carrier again. But it will be great for future vet visits – as you can see, I could either wheel Loki along or carry him backpack style. On Tuesday my arms almost fell off trying to get him to the taxi, and I was sure I was going to put my back out. That guy weighs a ton.
It will also be useful in case of emergency. Remember when my previous house caught fire at 4 am? Well at that time I just had Azar and Loki, who both fit into a larger carrier I have, and Peter carried them out while I grabbed my laptop. And while I could probably fit all three cats into the big carrier now, I’d never be able to lift it. So with this set up I could put Loki and Luna in the wheelie bag and Morcilla in her little travelling shoulder bag, and could manage them all that way. Of course I hope this won’t ever be necessary, but better to be prepared (especially with a chain-smoking 80-year-old neighbour).
Loki update. He’s still vomiting a bit. But otherwise he’s mostly keeping food down, plus he’s drinking water and doesn’t look/act sick Still might have to take him in for that blood test though, even if just to eliminate other possible causes. Still annoyed with myself for not insisting it be done the other day. Oh well.
It occurred to me as I was placing an order for cat food delivery this week that it was high time Loki (7 almost 8) was switched to “mature” food. And Luna (6 and a half) isn’t that far behind him. But Morcilla (4) is still a kid. So now the fun begins. I’ve mixed one bag of Young with Mature and this 50/50 mix will serve as transitional food for the oldsters. Meanwhile, Morcilla will stay on the Young food as much as possible … for the next three years! My schedule is too crazy to keep to three separate feeding times, so doubt they will munch on each others’ bikkies now and again at midday, but at least morning and evening Morcilla will have her higher-calorie food served separately.
I know it’s difficult to tell one pigeon from another, but this guy has been coming into Las Teresas for years now. At least I think it’s the same guy, and Rafa the barman insists it’s the same bird. I did a bit of checking and it seems that the lifespan of a pigeon is only about 3-5 years in the wild, but domesticated ones can live up to 15 years. I reckon this one is somewhere in between, semi-domesticated, since he (she?) has a regular watering hole.
Today I FINALLY got to meet fellow-blogger Mary Biles and her lovely pup Sunday. We met for lunch at a bar neither of us had been to before (and probably won’t visit again) but mediocre food was saved by good company and LOTS of chat. Mary has been writing I Know A Little Place In Sevilla – one of the best blogs about the city – for about three years. As the title suggests, it focuses on hidden corners and lesser-know spots, many of which I’ve never heard of. Very happy to have met another kindred spirit and – I hope – another Tapas Research cohort.
The fresh local asparagus season is upon us, which means I’ll be eating it almost daily while it lasts. It also means these guys won’t give me a moment’s rest until they also get a taste. Getting the gang all together for a group photo usually only happens when they’re sleeping or when they want a treat. Here they are impatiently waiting for the asparagus to cool…