I couldn't resist posting these photos of Cuca. She insisted that I take her photo. Why else would she have posed so well?
Doesn't she look so guilty of something here? Actually, she is. She is in my room, and Monste doesn't like it when she comes in my room. I don't mind, of course. But Monste wasn't here when this photo was taken. Cuca, such a naughty girl!
If you're wondering about why Cuca is so petite, it's because Montse does not feed her enough. Cuca meows really loud when she doesn't have food and Montse just sighs her typical Catalán response, "i que volls, la meva Cuca?" Uhhh... Seriously Montse? She wants FOOD, duh. When I told Montse that Cuca didn't have food, Montse just replied in Spanish "Yeah, I'll buy some tomorrow." WHAT?! But the cat needs food, NOW.
Monste is so intense about her "línea." But it seems that her cat is on more of a diet than she is. Montse tells me, "Pues, yo no como muchos postres porque tengo que cuidar la línea." In English,"Well, I don't eat a lot of desserts because I have to take care of my figure." Please. I saw you wolf down those potatoes and eggs (the Spanish tortilla) with two slabs of steak for lunch last Tuesday. I don't think that's going to help your "línea," Montse.
Oh Montse. And Cuca. And Barcelona. And Catalunya. Such crazy entities you all are.
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Cuca reminds of me of my cat that I had 20 years ago. He was nicknamed "Moto." Moto was a huge tabby torty cat with the face of the MGM Lion. Moto had the same cattitude as Cuca does now. The main difference between him and Cuca was that Moto ate everything and anything that wasn't in the oven or locked up in the refrigerator. The only really bad thing was that he used five different toasters as his cat box.
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