Prodigal

Cats ... you've got to love them. You can practically set your watch by Mystère rolling in at 7 am ready for his breakfast after a night on the tiles -- though he's usually quite discreet about it, and waits for someone to get up to feed him. This morning there was no sign of him. The day went on and by 7:30 pm he still hadn't turned up -- unheard of. We searched in vain and were sure he must have got shut into someone's barn.

Nothing to be done though, so we made the happy decision to go out to Lo Tira-Tap for the first time in nearly a year, since it stopped opening on Wednesday lunchtimes. It was lovely to see Maria again, and we -- or rather I, since S was driving -- drank most of a bottle of Albariño to drown our sorrows, along with the excellent tapas. It was actually quite crowded since there was a group of ten women eating there as well. Afterwards we walked by the new tapas bar and were gratified to see they only had five customers -- five more than they deserved.

I took a photo of S, the only one I'd taken all day, but when we got home at 10:00 -- whoopee! -- naughty Mystère was there to greet us. So being the prodigal cat, he had to take priority for today. I was very glad to see him, more glad than he appears to be to see me. He's looking a bit tired now ... little interest in food, he's crashed out on the table. Noisy, blurred photo -- but he's worth it!