Nearly three and a half years I have enjoyed being the cat mommy of a red stray cat called Prince Harry. The first photos I took of him were in May 2018, when he still seemed to be rather young. I was ill at the time, and it felt as if he knew I could […]
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It has been a while since you heard something from me. For months I have mainly been living outside for most of the day. I only came home for food. Netty was even worrying that I had found myself a new mom, which of course isn’t true. That all has changed a few days ago. […]
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2020 has been an atypical year (as the Spanish media I follow keep on mentioning it). Royals have been working at home a lot, showed their offices, and outside often wore face masks, which looks awful on photos. We hardly had any nice royal events or big celebrations. National days were reduced or not celebrated […]
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It has been a while since you all heard from me, unless you follow my Twitter account or Netty’s personal Facebook (for friends only she says). I am celebrating my 4th birthday today. It occured to Netty earlier that the vet might have chosen the date because it is International Cat Day. She has no […]
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Like the royals I am preparing for Christmas and New Year. Christmas cards are slowly arriving here, also royal ones, and I bought my Christmas tree on Tuesday. I’ve also added decoration at the window and above my computer, where I sit most of the day, listening to Christmas music of course. The royals are […]
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I won’t bother you with cat stories all the time, but some people might want an update on Prince Harry and a good photo now I am certain he is not someone else’s. I want to let you all know that I am doing fine. I have been sleeping a lot in the past few […]
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I am one sad cat! Because I had a wound at my back near my tail, that after two weeks started bleeding again, Netty decided to take me to the vet today. Very bad idea! First the female neighbour nextdoor came and tried to get me in the cat basket with some food. I didn’t […]
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Let’s face it! I have found my own Meghan, who is actually called Netty. But I really don’t understand why I am not allowed in her house. I sneak in from time to time anyway, either through the bedroom-window or the backdoor if I get a chance. She has quite a narrow kitchen, a small […]
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