Mr D AKA Diesel

Today would have been Mr D’s, aka happy go lucky, ray of sunshine, loves life, Diesel’s 16th birthday. It’s been nearly 10 months since he said his last see you later, joining his brother Mr Aj aka Angleous. Everyday I miss him. I miss both of the them. 

Everyday he made me laugh. Whether it was up to no good, answering me back, demanding food, hugs, exploring he was always full of life. I always say he chose me. After moving to Spain we decided to to get AJ a friend. He’d gone from a garden to an apartment, didn’t have next door’s cat to invite over to nap on the sofa. The first Sunday we went to the shelter it was closed due to a festivo. This was to be fate. We went back the following weekend which was around this time of year. He’d only ‘checked in’ the week previous or was just up for adoption. I can’t remember. Thankfully a British girl was volunteering. AJ and I had only been in the country less than 2 month, I spoke hardly any Spanish. P was drawn to a grey tabby in the neutering recover enclosure. She kept hissing and batting any other cat that came to the fence. I thought she’d be too strong a cat for AJ. Even though he came home with blood on him sometimes, shed claws in his head, he was a sweet gentle cat. The volunteer suggested going in the main cat enclosure. 

D in one of his many paper filled boxes

One little black cat about a year old up high on the short pylons kept pawing at me. Head to one side as he did, which he never stopped doing when about to do something naughty or play. I think he thought she looks stupid enough to take me in. The pawing worked. I picked him up, hugged him in my arms and he never stopped purring. That’s how he go his name Diesel for the non stop purring. He knew was he was doing. 20 minutes and €14.20 later, he was off to his new life. He kept putting his paw through the transport box to get my attention. It was also the easiest car journey with him ever. All subsequence car journeys if you went over 70kmph he sang, he needed to pee, he needed the car cool, he needed to be out the box (illegal in Spain, but for your ears, he was), he needed to poo and he let you know loudly. 

Neither of us had a clue how to introduce cats to each other. AJ was more concerned a door was shut. Open it please. D was just happy to be in a house. We left them to it and went out. Thankfully they didn’t fight blood. They never drew blood. I knew they wouldn’t! They’d play fight. Chasing each other through the apartment(s) from the sofa to the bed and back wrestling. Aj hated it if he lost and would want to continue the fight. D walked away. I never knew who was top cat. D would try to get him to play but it was only when AJ wanted to. That didn’t matter. D would happily chase and play with toy mice, balls, play fetch, hunt and jump for feathers and mice on strings. AJ looked down on them. When Aj played on his own you watched in surprise. Catnip time D always wanted AJ’s! 

Brush time. He’d nearly always after a pee, run out the bathroom to crash skid on his scratcher, scratching away in a happy dance

He brought with him cat flu, which aggravated AJ’s born with it strain. While he didn’t have as many vet trips as AJ, he was still expensive. I always wondered why his blood test bills were more than AJ’s. In France they were the same price. Returning to Spain and the same vet, it clicked. If I was there he was cool to have blood tests. If I wasn’t he had to go under. I mentioned this to the vet, he was keen to test the theory out if I was there. He couldn’t believe it was the same cat! D liked his Mama with him at the vets. 

Sundazing. He loved the sun so much his fur would go a reddish brown

Everyday day he made me laugh. Always up to something. He taught himself to pee in the toilet. Later drink from it. He let you know if the litter box wasn’t up to his standard. If he wanted to wake you up, he’d start making noises. Meowing or knocking things off surfaces. If that didn’t work he’s paw at my mouth. I’d wake to a face with large eyes, as if to say I’m hungry, paw pointing to his mouth. He even jumped front paws first to wake me up once. It worked. The hairdryer he hated. I had to wash his fur once attempting to dry it with the hairdryer. I gave up. The next time he saw the hairdryer he swiped it hard and ran off. I didn’t use it much. When I did he gave me side eye and ran away. His first poo he did the day we got him was in the bath. A runny one directly above the plug hole as he didn’t know where the litter box was.

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See You Later Diesel!

This past Wednesday in my arms I said my last see you later to Mr D, aka Diesel. My cheeky, happy go lucky ray of sunshine. He hadn’t been well for a few years, yet all his illnesses were overshadowed by Angelous’s. I think he had the same tummy issues as Angelous however due to his age when realised the vet advised against a biopsy. The last few months the signs were there, I didn’t see or didn’t want to see them. The last week and a bit he stopped wanting to eat then he withdrew from life, which hurt as he loved life.

He had 2 speeds. All out or fast asleep! Anything new that came into the house had to be inspected. He loved playing, loved annoying his bother who he adored. You could tell by how he followed him around. They had so many chases and play fights, never drawing blood. He loved hugs, had a meow just for a hug. He talked so much! Let me know loudly when it was breakfast or dinner time, he answered me back, he chirped, meurred, purred when it was hug time. For someone so tiny his headbutts could knock you off balance. If he didn’t like something he let you know loudly! He hated car journeys above 95kmph. He started singing in protest Continue reading “See You Later Diesel!”

International Black Cat Appreication Day

In honour of yesterday* being International Black Cat Appreciation Day, Diesel, the happiest go lucky ray of sunshine being I know.IMG_1723

That’s not to say he can’t live up to his other names, Mr Poo Pants (he occasionally poos outside the litter box . His brother’s, Mr Pee Pants. He misaims in the litter box. On the floor), Sh*tbox, D, You Sh*T. His nose is always in something. He lets you know immediately very loudly it’s dinner time if it’s past dinner and snack time. All shopping is inspected on arrival and I have to leave cat toys such as kickaroos on the bed so when I get in and change into comfy clothes, he doesn’t thumper kick my things. Any plastic bag left out (with items in) is fair game to be chewed. Loudly, when he wants me wake up for breakfast. He answers back, at least once a day sprints around the apartment, loves to ambush his brother, to be up in high places, loves sunbathing and exploring communal hallway when I get in. He’s the sweetest shadow I could ever wish for, who loves to snuggle up in the crook of my arm, has to have hugs when I get back, has 14 sleeping spots on rotation, gives the strongest head butts/body slams and can only be brushed on his cardboard chaise lounge scratcher while he shreds pieces off. Never a dull moment with him around!IMG_0654IMG_0739OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

International Black Cat Appreciation Day was created to raise awareness and give black cats a better chance at adoption. Thanks to myths, superstitions and looks, black cats, dogs and other black pets in adoption shelters are most likely to be overlooked when it comes to adoption and end up spending a long time in the shelters (if they’re lucky and it’s not a kill shelter). Black cats in the many parts of the world are considered bad luck. In the UK they’re are considered good luck! From previous black cats I’ve met and D’s no exception, they’re a slightly more crazy, full of energy and mischief, handsome, elegant, inquisitive, intelligent and just as loving companion as all other cats. If you wish to adopt a cat or dog, please adopt from shelter and don’t forget to checkout the black cats and dogs. You never know what fur ball awaits you!OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

*This was already to post on yesterday. I just had to add photos later in the evening however a migraine won.

Mini Monsoon Season

First impressions of Korean (original) BB cream. I’m pale, but those ladies must be really pale!

The medium shade I selected is about 7 shades lighter than my light (western) CC cream I’m currently using. But in a odd way it works. They don’t like shine either. I think in the past 3 days I’ve retouched my powder a total of about about 6 times, rather than the usual every hour. It hardly budged, clogged or streaked during workouts and a dip in the sea. Which is something of a miracle. My skin eats make up and it seems it’s met its match. But ask me again in a month when my skin’s developed a taste for it!

Summers monsoon season is nearly over! Yay! I’ve spent most of this holiday weekend and past few days dodging rain and misjudging beach clouds. Usually in August for a week it rains. Thunderstorms, big fat grey clouds, will it won’t it downpour showers with cooler temps, before hot blue skies return. I felt a little sorry for those that had the Holiday Saturday off.

Rain running TuesdayRain during beach run

Unlike the UK where you get bank/national holidays on the Monday off, in Spain and France it’s different. The holiday is on that day. On a Sunday? Christmas on a Saturday and Sunday? Well that’s tough luck (in the UK you get the following Monday and Tuesday off)! No extra day paid back in the week and few places are open. With the exception of tourist shops and coffee shops. Coffee shops always open.

Saturday I met my friend for a see you later coffee before she moves back to Germany this week. See you later as I’m sure it won’t be the last time we meet wearing the same colour top! Her oldest little one’s excited to be moving as their new place has a outdoor play area. Life’s great when you’re 3!

Anyways, I’ll leave you a few photos from the past few days. Zoo Friday, feeding pigeons Saturday, workouts and runs. Oh and Monday’s Black Cat Appreciation Day! Have a great week!


Those waves were great! Waves

Cheeky lemurs. I could watch these guys all day!Lemurs, Barcelona ZooLemur, Barcelona ZooThe heron that wants to be a penguin.
Penguins and a heronThose eyelashes!Elephant, Barcelona ZooSummer stormsSummer Storms


Roof top workout. I’ll be happy when 30 Spartan Race press up burpees sets are over!Roof top workoutStudying and feeding pigeons. I just made it back before it tipped it down all evening!Beach pigeons


12km run up the coast with some monkey bar play. No shredded hands! Yay! I’ve worked out how to avoid them. Don’t slide hands off the bars when finished. That way the skin doesn’t drag and shred! Still working on making muscle ups look kinda graceful. Ha!12km Sunday runWater off the pier. It was warm, but chilly with the breeze.Water off the pierDiesel celebrating Black Cat Appreciation Day Monday. With a side of tummy rubs! Diesel, Black Cat Appreciation DayDo you have mini monsoon seasons during summer? Are you lucky to get weekend holidays ‘paid back’ in the week?