Hola Bloggies. No, I am not in Spain now -( two weeks holiday planned) but habits die hard. And yes, it is many moons since I blogged. I’ve never been very good at repeating myself and unless there is something extra special going on or I have a photograph I can’t resist sharing, the urge to rabbit on has simply gone. But I’m still here, it’s still freezing cold, and no news is good news!
I do however try to keep up with the blogs and follow my buddies. And find something to blog about very occasionally.
So here goes.
If you cast your minds back, some of you may remember a time when I blogged religiously, every day – and lived under avos in a beat up old camper van in Spain. We acquired rescue animals. Lots of. They simply attached themselves to us and stayed. Until we departed.
Katta was feral and pretty well starving. She moved in, grew fat and semi domesticated. She also produced six kittens, which we dutifully found good homes for – and, much to her panic and shock, carted her off to the vet one fine day, and had her spayed. It was the least we could do. When we returned to the UK, Katta stayed under the avos, much loved and spoiled by the remaining lovely campers.
We visited our happy camp site last year (the best of friends are still there) and went hunting for Katta. Discovered her hanging out with a bunch of feline buddies – fat and happy, fast asleep in the shade of a glorious yellow hibiscus.
Four years since I had seen her. Didn’t really think she would remember me, but called anyway. ‘Katta!’
And up she got, and languidly strolled towards me. No eye contact at all. No weaving around ankles. No vocal greeting. But, at my feet, she rolled on the gravel, stretched, rolled over again, and again. and again. Never looked at me once.
Cat speak for ‘I remember you happily’? I think so.
Seeya, sooner or later. xxx
Aaw…….that’s such a lovely share, footsy. 😍
Thanks AD. BTW how do I ‘like’ comments on wordpress? Everyone else seems to know.
If you click on the little icon that looks like a bell, on the top right of your page next to your avatar, it brings up all your comments and you can like them there by clicking the star under each comment.
Gracias xxx
Cat speak for, ‘I remember you with love.’ No eye contact? That means, ‘and, no, I don’t need you to feed me.’
How lovely is that!
well thats about as much as you can expect from a cat isn’t it! fab snippet footy!
Fascinating cat. I watched her teach her kids to eat field mushrooms, avos, and catch locusts for dinner. A survivor.
mushrooms and avos? i didnt realise they ate that. and how did she know which shrooms were okay to eat? she sounds facinating!
Seems she remembers the one who hauled her off to be spayed! Perhaps all is forgiven? 😀
Poor Katta. She was so traumatised, and I felt so guilty. But all to the good. The pic says it all :-).
idiotic me
just realised your header is a painting of her!
I’m still trying how to work out how to ‘like’ a comment. Consider yourself ‘liked’.
Undoubtedly that is the gist of the cat-speak, except that it includes, ‘I love, trust and respect you.’