Monday, April 21, 2014

Cooperative Cats

I haven't shared news lately about the cats and I'm sure you've all been missing them. Moose will soon be a lap cat. I work with him (force him) every day to sit on my lap. During our most recent attempt, he sat for an entire minute and I didn't even have to hold him in place. Slow but sure. It worked with Dudo. (Click any image to see their gifts close-up.)

DUDO LOUNGING ... WHERE HE'S PERMITTED.

After seeing Linda and Tom daily for a month followed by cat-lovers Matt and Lindy, both cats are much less shy around visitors. It helped that whenever Linda or Lindy came into the house, they gave the boys a treat. Our neighbor Jean is now doing the same. Funny how that works. I had taught Dudo to beg for his treats. Lindy taught him to do one spin on his hind legs. One day, he did it three times in a row, one for each small treat. When Lindy tried to get him to do it a fourth time, he balled up his little paw and punched her.

"JUST GIMME THE DAMNED TREAT."

Both cats now immediately come when called. When I say, "Musy! Dudo! Do you want a treat?" they come running. OK, no surprise there. But when they're on the terrace and I call them inside, they come in without hesitation. Still, when San Geraldo calls them inside, they usually ignore him. Don't tell him, but I've actually caught them laughing. Interestingly, when San Geraldo calls out, "Musy, is it time for our nap?" Musy does come running.

THE NEXT "COSMO" CENTERFOLD?

Moose and Dudo both clearly understand they're not permitted on the narrow wall of the terrace. They're allowed to sit in any of the four recessed curved wells along the wall (see the previous two photos of Dudo).

ALL I SAID WAS THEY "UNDERSTAND."
(DUDO BREAKING THE RULES AND MOOSE DOING A LOUSY JOB AS LOOK-OUT.)

Read the rest of the captions to see all the other wonderful ways the boys have grown.

MOOSE HAS LEARNED TO SLEEP ATOP THE THROW COVERS,
JUST LOOK AT ALL THE HAIR (TO HIS RIGHT) THAT DIDN'T GET ON THE SOFA.
ON THE OTHER HAND, MOOSE HAS PERFECTED SLEEPING UNDER THE COVERS. 

DUDO WILL STILL DO ANYTHING TO GET ME TO PLAY WITH HIM.
AND I USUALLY CAN'T RESIST.
BEST OF ALL... DUDO NOW ANSWERS THE DOOR.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Warning: Not Appropriate For Easter Sunday

There is a four-letter word in this blog post. A word of which My Mother The Dowager Duchess will not approve. But I'm not the one who said it... the first time.

If, like the Dowager Duchess, you are offended by "dirty" words, read no further.

If, however, also like the Dowager Duchess, you hate to miss anything, read on.

TO MAKE THIS A BIT SWEETER... THIS WAS MY DESSERT ONE NIGHT LAST WEEK.
SAN GERALDO JUST WATCHED.

San Geraldo and I were out for dinner last night at Meson Salvador. We went early to avoid the Holy Week crowds and noise and were surprised when Tynan and Elena came in a short time later. They had the same idea.

As usual, the stories and conversation were non-stop. Tynan happened to mention a friend of his from back in the north of England. Honestly, I don't know what the point of the story was. Of course, with Tynan, there's a good possibility he didn't know the point of the story either.

Apparently, Tynan's northern accent (from Derbyshire) has softened over his many years in Spain. But many English speakers here (unless they're from northern England) still have a hard time understanding him. Tynan told us that an old friend from Derbyshire posted a message on facebook to one of his neighbors (who was missing a goose). The message read:

"If you're wondering what happened to your goose, nobody stole it. A fox ate it.

From the opposite side of the small square table, San Geraldo, with eyebrows raised, stared at Tynan and said:

"You fucked Satan?"

Friday, April 18, 2014

Four* Semana Santas

This is our fourth [*oops... only our third] Semana Santa (Holy Week) in Spain and our first time to experience a little bit of it in Málaga. We were spoiled in Sevilla — with our corner apartment and its seven balconies overlooking a historic plaza and an ancient street (click here for the last in the series of posts from our first Semana Santa... and for a view of the balconies). All I had to do was step outside or downstairs for our very personal view of several of the Semana Santa processions.

THE RED ON THE PAVEMENT IS NOT BLOOD.  IT'S WAX... I'M PRETTY SURE...
(CLICK ANY IMAGE.)

Here in Fuengirola, the processions are smaller and I actually have to walk "among the people." In Málaga, many of the processions are large and extravagant, but I'm required to share my space with thousands of others. So, I guess I'm jaded. I caught one very small procession of Málaga's 42 processions throughout the week. But I had a great time just wandering around the city taking pictures of the crowds and the preparations.

READY TO BE "PROCESSED" LATER IN THE DAY.
VERY CLASSY FOR A STORAGE UNIT.
CHEAP SEATS 3 HOURS BEFORE A SMALL PROCESSION ON CALLE CARRETERÍA..
THE EXPENSIVE VIP VIEWING AREA ON PLAZA DE LA CONSTITUCIÓN.
CALLE MARQUÉS DE LARIOS, THE PEDESTRIAN MALL. NO SHOPPING ON HOLY THURSDAY.
YOU CAN'T SEE THE PLAZA FOR THE TIERS.
SAN GERALDO... SMARTLY MAKING HIS ESCAPE.
FOUR HOURS BEFORE THE NEXT "SHOW TIME" ON CALLE MARQUÉS DE LARIOS.
THE CATHEDRAL OF MÁLAGA.
THE ADORNED BISHOP'S PALACE (CATHEDRAL FENCE AT RIGHT).
BUNTING EVERYWHERE.
FOUR HOURS BEFORE THE NEXT PROCESSION ALONG ALAMEDA PRINCIPAL.
I LOVE THE GERANIUM "GUARD RAIL" ON THIS BRIDGE (PUENTE DE TETUÁN).
THE BEST "PROCESSOR," WHILE I WAIT BACK ON CALLE CARRETERÍA.
RESERVED CHEAP (AS IN "FREE") SEATS.
AFTER SITTING COMFORTABLY ON A LEDGE FOR AN HOUR,
I CAN SEE AND HEAR THEM COMING.
BUT I DON'T THINK THEY'RE FROM FRANCE.
(CLICK HERE IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.)
IT WAS DEFINITELY NOT A DANCING BEAT.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY...
COLLECTING WAX.  (I WAS TEMPTED.)
HE LOOKS A BIT RUFF...
WALKING BAREFOOT TO ATONE FOR HIS SINS...
TWO EAR PIERCINGS, COOL WRIST BANDS, AND INCENSE...
A MOMENTARY BREAK.

AND BACK UP ON THEIR SHOULDERS.



PRECEDING AND FOLLOWING EVERY HOLY PROCESSION... BALLOONS.
STILL MORE THAN AN HOUR TO WAIT BACK ON ALAMEDA PRINCIPAL...  I WENT HOME.