A couple of years ago I wrote about the sea cats of Cádiz, remarking on the little shelters that someone had put out for them amongst the seawall boulders. This visit I was not only pleasantly surprised to see many more shelters put up, but I also met the woman responsible for them. She also captures the cats, gets them sterilised, and returns them to their sea homes. On this day I found her caring for a small ginger girl who was feeling poorly and we got to talking. What a wonderful thing to do.
Beatriz with Cani-Dude this past summer
This is so hard to write. I hadn’t heard from Beatriz for awhile, so I got in touch to see how she was doing. After the Dude died in September, her beloved dog Gitanito passed away a few weeks later, so she was feeling bereft, as I’m sure you can imagine. But then I found out something else horrible started happening. Some monster began poisoning the cats in Plaza Santa Cruz, where the Dude used to live. Beatriz works in the square, and she and her colleagues would give the cats food and water. This is how she came to know and love the Dude (who she called Cani) and led to her eventually taking him home.
When the cats in the square started getting sick and dying, including Dude’s “girlfriend” – a lovely tabby who was his constant companion for years – Beatriz took one of the sick cats to the vets. It was too late to save him, but blood tests showed that he had definitely had been poisoned.
Since then Beatriz has rescued these three cats, but she needs our help. Two of them are temporarily at her house, and the third is still “in hospital”. We are hoping to find homes for them. Here are their stories.
Garfield. A big beautiful orange striped tabby. Male. Beatriz has had him castrated and his blood tests show him to be healthy. He is used to being outdoors and would be best suited to a home with access to a garden.
Negrita. Pretty black female with green eyes. She is going to be sterilized next week and will then have her blood work done as well. So far she appears to be healthy. She is very affectionate and would be a happy house cat.
Vampi is a black male with yellow eyes. I remember him from the square – he reminds me of Azar! He is still at the vet’s because he has been diagnosed with feline leukemia, which means he can still lead a relatively normal life, but he cannot be with other cats that haven’t been vaccinated as it is very contagious (to cats, not humans).
All the cats are between 2-3 years old. This is heartbreaking because they were all fine living in the Plaza Santa Cruz, even though of course a street cat doesn’t tend to live as long as a house cat (with Dude being an exception). I can’t even imagine what kind of person could do this, but although Beatriz has kindly rescued these three, and has paid for their vet bills, she cannot keep them. At the moment she is looking for a shelter that might take them, but it would be wonderful if we could find them forever homes. If you can help in any way please get in touch.
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Spent all day indoors yesterday because of SPRAINED TOES… it was rainy and there was no way I could have stuffed my poor swollen and bruised tootsies into a pair of shoes. Wasn’t all bad though. I got a lot of work done, made a nice dinner and had some quality cuddle time Netflixing with Morcilla. Then I decided to have an early night and was all tucked up and cosy in bed by about 10.30.
Then I heard a loud CRASH.
Leapt out of bed to discover that my pretty blue glass vase was smashed into a thousand pretty blue pieces on the livingroom floor. Dammit! I’ve had that vase for as long as I can remember. Not even sure anymore where it came from, but I think it was a gift, from well over 20 years ago. And now it’s gone.
Morcilla is the obvious culprit as that shelf has always been one of her favourite spots to perch (and stare at herself in the mirror). But I’ve also caught Luna sitting up there at times. I can’t imagine Morcilla suddenly deciding to push the vase off the shelf – my theory is that the two of them ended up there at once and a kerfuffle ensued, which ended up with them knocking the vase off, and… smash.
I thought the vase was safe up there, in the corner. Dammit. Anyhow, at least I’ve had a year or so of enjoying seeing it up on the bookshelf. In the previous Casa Azahar it was relegated to a lower shelf in the kitchen, as I had no bookshelves in my livingroom there. But in the previous-previous Casa Azahar it had a prominent spot in the livingroom.
Anyhow, after about a half-hour massive clean up (there were shards of glass EVERYWHERE – had to make sure the cats were safe) I finally got back to bed. Feeling ridiculously sad about a broken vase. Except that for as long as I can remember it’s been in my life here. Somehow I think I am missing more than the vase.
I have become somewhat obsessed with my friend Marilyn’s (aka Nag On The Lake) new kitten Carmen. Coaxed in from her garden one day mid-July, the kitten formerly known as #feralkitten was soon being called Carmen (Marilyn and Harold had recently been to see the opera) because M saw her as a feisty little gypsy… turns out she was right.
So ha. Been watching Carmen’s progress with unabashed delight. This little beast reminds me so much of Morcilla, totally taking over the house – and the other two senior pets Joyce & Lizzie – in disruptive, destructive and totally charming ways that she leaves everyone in awe. And in love. Anyhow, saw this on Twitter the other day and it reminded me of Carmen.
Marilyn replied with this one… ahahahaa….