What Big Eyes You Have

The construction guys have been back every day this week. Dudo and Moose have been adjusting in their own different ways. Moose often watches them work now and Dudo doesn’t always run off in a panic.

This morning, Dudo lounged on the sofa while they worked on the floor below and even watched calmly as they passed by our terrace to another floor. But, he reached his point of no return when they climbed onto our terrace.
HE CAME AROUND BEHIND THE SOFA, GAVE ME THIS LOOK, AND THEN HEADED UNDER THE BED.

Is It Safe?

“IS IT SAFE?”

“Yes, it’s safe; it’s very safe.
It’s so safe you wouldn’t believe it.” 
(From the 1976 suspense thriller “Marathon Man.”)

Dudo today has been repeatedly asking the question, “Is it safe?” Ever since the contractors hoisted the scaffold early this morning.

Moose found it, if not fascinating, at least somewhat interesting. Dudo did not.

EARLIER TODAY: “IS IT SAFE?” I SAID, “YES, IT’S SAFE.”
IT DIDN’T MATTER. HE WENT BACK BEHIND THE PIANO.

The workers are long gone and won’t return until after Three Kings Day (Ephiphany).

It’s Monday evening. The terrace door is open. Moose is outside. But Dudo is on my lap.

Dudo has been on my lap for a very, very, very long time.

“IS IT SAFE?” “YES! IT’S SAFE!”
“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU.”
I’m hungry. And I’ve really gotta pee!

A Pussycat Pyramid

Well, we’ve made it into 2016. Things are looking up.

And, even if things aren’t looking up, at least the cats are.

I’d tell you Dudo and Musy wish you all a happy new year, but that would be a lie. Even if they actually had a clue, they probably couldn’t be bothered. So, happy new year from the rest of us.

Noche Buena (Christmas Eve)

San Geraldo couldn’t stand to be out-done [by me] in the kitchen (see previous post), so he made a tremendous effort with his Christmas goodies. I do have to give him credit.

In addition to the best brownies I’ve ever had (every time he makes them), San Geraldo also baked his shortbread lemon-raspberry bars.

I’d ask him to marry me if we weren’t already married.

We brought the treats to Tynan and Elena’s on Christmas Eve. Other than those two “postres,” it was a traditional Spanish Christmas dinner, and incredible. Elena knows how to host a feast and make it look casual and easy. And her sister Isabel makes the best croquettes (croquetas) I have ever tasted.

SAN GERALDO IN THE KITCHEN… BUT NOT FOR DUDO
(NO MATTER WHAT DUDO THOUGHT).
ELENA & TYNAN’S CHRISTMAS EVE TABLE, FIRST COURSE.
SAN GERALDO’S CHRISTMAS EVE BROWNIES.
SAN GERALDO’S CHRISTMAS EVE
SHORTBREAD LEMON-RASPBERRY BARS.
CHRISTMAS MORNING: TRADITIONALLY ON EPIPHANY EVE (JANUARY 5),
SHOES ARE LEFT ON WINDOWSILLS, BALCONIES, OR UNDER THE TREE
TO BE FILLED WITH PRESENTS BY THE THREE KINGS.

The first Spanish Christmas song I learned our first year in Spain (click here for a visit to our first Christmas in Sevilla, 2011). There are many different versions, but I love the lyrics of this one… (translation at bottom).

Perseverance, Thy Name Is Dudo

A swallow flew through a drain hole on our terrace last week and then flew off. Dudo has been monitoring that drain ever since.


(Click the images, taken over several days, for a closer look.)

A MORE COMFORTABLE SPOT THIS MORNING.
AND THEN I WAS SURPRISED TO FIND HIM UNDER A CHAISE.
AND MUSY, TOO!  BUT HE DIDN’T LAST LONG;
JUST WONDERING WHAT DUDO HAS BEEN STARING AT.

Don’t stop believing…