Sunday it’s the only day of the week I can eat what I want and really like (damn diet!), even sweets and cakes. A new shop is appeared near the Zoo-house, and the look of its cupcakes was so awesome that we bought some.
My personal taster Pepe (actually just a sniffer) was very interested by the caramel one…and he was pretty right.
…Sunday is definitely my day.
Not too many years ago I was a teenager student in an Art school, where we had a black and white darkroom (because once we were used to print pictures) and one of the coolest teacher ever.
A day this teacher started talking us of Italian Neorealism and showed us the 1951 movie “Miracle in Milan” by Vittorio De Sica. As often happens, I didn’t think to that movie for decades…until yesterday, when stone cold I had a look to the Zoo-sofa and I saw Alice enjoying a single ray of light while other pets were sleeping under they warm blankets. That single ray of light made her looking so blessed…and a scene of that movie was utterly back in my mind, and thanks to Youtube I can show to you too.
A year is gone and a new one came in.
In less of one month I have already felt blue, had the flu…but still haven’t any clue of what I should be doing to make things finally works.
As lots of other people I am now obsessed by things I would like to change in my life. There are many tasks I hope to accomplish in the next eleven months, I already know many of them will be miserly delayed to a date to be set, so the best strategy is staying focused on small goals:
- to improve my poor English (instead of letting it get worst year after year)
- to lose weight (yep!)
- to take driving licence
- to make Pepe understand he’s a domestic cat and not a wild panther caged in a small body.
Meanwhile (just to procrastinate one of the three points above a little more) I baked a (delicious) coffee cake and had a cup of the brand new “Prince Vladimir” tea with a friend in a cold winter evening…after all, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
Sometimes one of your cats seem to be simply vanished.
You look all over but nothing, he’s not around. So you start looking in any lower/higher place, nothing.
Then you start thinking “did I open the house door?”, “may alien’s abductions be real?”, “may cats disappear without a trace as socks in the washing machine?”…and while your anxiety grows fast, you start calling the missing pet hoping he will be so kind to show himself…nothing (of course) …you reach out and reach out, involving all family members in this crazy hunt, until you will find the pet quietly staring at you…humans should look so bizarre to their eyes!
Next time I’ll try in a different way, considering the universal truth that cats don’t want to be there when you look for them (annoying humans!), but they ABSOLUTELY want be there when they feel you want exclude them, I got the only way to make your cats show themselves before having an heart attack is starting doing something you want to do completely ALONE…somehow they feel it, even at distance, and they will magically appear.
Here we are! Surgery is done, Asia is fine, resting and snoring beside me
It’s so nice to know she’s fine!
It’s also nice to see how other Zoo-pets gather around the one is just back from the vet, smelling him/her to understand if everything is ok. Even Pepe is quiter and for a while he stops to stay in ambush in the dark as a cougar in the jungle.