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Stitch

turns 1 year old today!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STITCH!!

Happy birthday!!!
Happy birthday!!!

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As I promised…

I’m going to talk about my family. You may think it will be boring. Well, maybe. But I think my family is quite entertaining. Let’s start:

Stitch:

Stitch, my ferret. Yeah, he is my family. Any problem? I think he is the sanest member of my family. And he is not human.

Stitch is the latest member to arrive to my family. And he has got used so well… He knows every corner of the flat, he knows where the “magic” water is (he loves drinking water from the sink, where he can play with everything… that is, my mom’s things: her brush, her curlers, her towels… ho ho!), he knows what he mustn’t do (and that’s why he must do it!), he loves stealing my shoes and, after playing with them, he puts them in a Stradivarius bag, he loves sleeping on my lap and licking my hands/arms every morning… and now the newest trick he has learned all by himself is to jump from the bathroom’s sink on my shoulder. That means “Come on, mom, I’ve just finished here. I don’t want  to drink more water. Let’s play”. And he is also a great techie! He has done things with my laptop I’ll never know how to do (or undo) them!

Stitch follows me wherever I go

Stitch follows me wherever I go

My mom:

She is a housewife now. But she was a teacher some years ago. Her friends describe her as a sweet woman. But I’m her daughter and I DO know her. I’ll tell you how she really is. She is forgetful. She is the most forgetful person I’ve ever met. But also a terrible gossip. And that’s worse. I think she has a special antenna in her head and that’s how she knows things. I don’t know how she can remember the names of almost all our neighbours. And I don’t know how she can hear me wishpering something to anyone else at the other end of the flat. When I want to ask for something, I usually turn to my dad. He is more understanding. I’ve just said “dad, could you…?” and then, she appears, with a big smile and her words “what are you talking about?”… I think she has a special ability or something. I can’t figure out how she can keep her ears open all day, and walk so stealthily… until she is behind you!! Maybe she is an alien… Who knows. But believe me, having such a gossip mother is not good. When I was a teenager and was phoning my friends, when you least expect it, she was there, listening. When I was writing an e-mail to some friend… there was a little head behing my shoulder, reading what I was writing. When I met Jimmy, she was the first reporter who interviewed me asking for any detail. Believe me, horrible. But after all, she’s a good mom and friend who was there to tell you all the latest neighbourhood’s gossip!

This is my mom. She is posing. So vain...

This is my mom. She is posing. So vain...

My dad:

He is a teacher. A Physics and Chemistry teacher. Yuck! We are quite different. He hates English, he loves scientific things, he loves opera… And though I said before he is an understanding person, he always disagrees with my decisions. It’s like a teenager. I mean, it is said that teenagers contradict what their parents tell them, isn’t it? Well, in my family, my dad has always contradicted me. Seriously. I wanted to study English. He said “No, you better study Translation“. I wanted to study Arabic. He said “No, you should study German“. I wanted to study Japanese. And he said “No, Chinese is the future“. I wanted to buy a ferret. He said “ARE YOU CRAZYYY????!!!!“. And after that, he said “No“. See? He’s always contradicting me. Like a teenager. Then when I do the opposite, he accepts my decisions with resignation. I’ll be always be the black sheep. But still he loves me. And I love him.

He looks serious... But he is hilarious!

He looks serious... But he is hilarious!

My brother and his birds:

I can’t describe my brother, without his birds. His life is about Medicine, his plants and his birds. That’s all. Mmm. Oh, I forgot the most important thing: he is always needling me. So his life is about Medicine, his plants, his birds and needling me. Every word I say, my brother goes with some sarcastic comment. Every thing I do, there he goes with some joke. From my parent’s point of view, he is the best. And I don’t blame them. They are right. He is brilliant. He is nice (not always),  he has done whatever they wished. He has followed the “right path”. It’s okay. Because he thinks I’m better than him, and I think he’s better than me. He supports me and I support him. Always. Even when I launched  a toy baby trolley against a wall with my 6-year-old brother in it. Or when I kidnapped his Action Man and made it up. Or when I wanted my ferret to become friend of his cockatiel and lovebirds. And Stitch wanted to hunt them. Or when I… Humm I better shut up. Enough examples for now.


I could be writing about my family for hours. But it’s 1:00 am and I’m falling asleep. I promise to write more about them tomorrow, on this same post. Stay tuned!!

Today was a good day because…

1) Stitch woke me up licking my hand. 🙂

2) I had enough time to see Jimmy! 😀

3) I heard the best radio program ever! LOL

4) I had pizza for dinner!!!! Yum!

5) It was hot and sunny! 34ºC (93ºF)!! 😉

And that’s all for now!! I promise I’ll write a better post tomorrow… 😉

Those two defenseless little ferrets and me

I love ferrets. Ferrets are so cute and lovely. I already have one, Stitch, the best ferret in the world. And he makes me very happy.:)

Today I was with Jimmy, near his office, and I saw two defenseless little ferrets in a pet store. One cinnamon and the other white. So little. So cute. They were half Stitch’s size. Probably 2 or 3 months old. And I fell in love. I want those little things, those baby ferrets to be at home with me. I stayed there, watching them eating, playing and then sleeping, for a quarter of an hour.

These arent the same baby ferrets I saw. Ill try to take a picture of them next Wednesday.

These aren't the same baby ferrets I saw. I'll try to take a picture of them next Wednesday. {Picture from here}

I would have bought them, if it wasn’t for Jimmy. “Oh, I’d like to buy these ferrets. At least, one of them”, I started to say. “No. You already have one and, besides, remember we’re trying to save some money”, Jimmy’s answer was categorical. It left me without arguments. Party pooper.

Then we entered in the store and I saw a cute lab dog, whining. Aww. I wanted that dog too! I tried again with Jimmy, but I received the same categorical answer “No, because blah blah blah”. OK, OK, I get it. No expenses. Party pooper.

Then I saw a little bed for pets. It would be perfect for Stitch. So comfortable, so warm, so soft. I tried one more time. I just said {covering the price tag with my hand}  “Look what a CHEAP and soft bed for Stitch!”. Guess what Jimmy said? the SAME answer. OK, I was cheating, covering the price ticket with my fingers {because it wasn’t cheap at all}, but Jimmy didn’t have to know that! Party pooper.

So I came home sad. Without those two defenseless little ferrets nor the lab puppy nor the bed for Stitch. Party pooper.

Though in the end Jimmy is always right. All the money I get, I need to spend it. OK, not all, but let’s say I like those cute animals too much, and I can’t resist them. I would pay all the money in the world for those baby ferrets and that whining lab puppy. I would be so happy having them around… Humm. Let’s say it again: Party pooper.

Weekend in the park

Saturday was a wonderful day. Just perfect. Sun shining. Not cold. Not hot. No wind. Perfect!

Sky in Seville (Photo taken from my window)

Sky in Seville (Photo taken from my window)


So Jimmy and I decided to go for a picnic, with Stitch.

Jimmy and Stitch

Jimmy and Stitch


We had a great time.

Jimmy!

Jimmy!


As I said, the sun shone and everything was different. I was so happy!

Me

Me

What about you? How was your weekend?

Our pets

Yesterday I took some photos of our pets, to show them to you.

So here he is! Stitch!.

Stitch loves playing with Gizmo! And there is my mom! or her feet and her pajamas!

Stitch loves playing with Gizmo! And here you can see my mom! or her feet and her pajamas!

Wish I could be a ferret and sleep 18 hours/day!

Wish I could be a ferret and sleep 18 hours/day!

I love playing with Stitch and having him around… But when he is sleeping, I can finally relax! I love watching him sleep! 🙂 He is so cute!!! (by the way, this yellow thing is his hammock! he is a spoiled ferret!)

And we have 3 birds: 2 Lovebirds…


This is Esmeralda!

This is Esmeralda!

This is Ámbar!

This is Ámbar!

… And a Cockatiel, named Loquillo!

My brother with Loquillo!

My brother with Loquillo!

I hate these birds. They are mad, always chirping. But they are my brother’s pets, so… I’m resigned. Now you know a big part of my family (our pets, my brother and my mom’s feet :D). Real pictures of Jimmy and me coming soon! So keep checking! 😉

Meanwhile, you can guess about how I am… Eye color? hair color? tall/small? … Tell me how you think I am!

Flea-bitten

Yeah, flea-bitten. I’m not talking about my ferret. I’m talking about MEEE! All started some weeks ago. 3 weeks ago, to be precise. It was Saturday. A beautiful day. So Jimmy and I decided to go out for a walk. Destination: the park nearby. Stitch (my ferret) accompanied us. We walked for an hour and then returned home. Happy, relaxed… Until that same night. My left wrist and one of my fingers were itching. And a lot!! I couldn’t stop scratching!! And the more I scratched the more they itched! Finally my tiredness won and I fell asleep. The next day I forgot all that itching, and we went to the park… again. Bad idea. When I came home that day, it wasn’t just a hand… it was ALL MY BODY! Itching! I didn’t know what I had. I had two showers, changed all my clothes, and went to bed. I thought it would be a flea or another bug, biting me, and that would be enough to get rid of it. But no. It wasn’t so easy. Oh no. I spent the whole night awake, with itches all over my body. And bites appearing everywhere: my foot, my ankle, my leg, my face, my arms… and oh, my poor belly! Definitely my belly looked like a flamenco dress with red itchy spots! The following day, the first thing I did was having another shower, to calm my nerves… and the itching. And then, I gave Mr. Ferret a bath. Just in case he had fleas and was passing them on to me. (It was quite impossible, since Stitch had received an anti-parasitic treatment some days ago… the only and most plausible option was… that it was ME WHO HAD THE FLEAS!) Anyway, I was wasting my time. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t concentrate on my work, I couldn’t have a normal conversation with anyone, because I was like a flea-bitten dog, barking/yelling at anyone who dared to talk to me on that terrible day. Sorry my unlucky victims! You know I wasn’t myself! I was possessed!!… by fleas or whatever!!

So, after more than one day scratching and discovering new bites all over my body every half an hour, I went to the doctor. She “scrutinized” me. In silent. Then she went “have you been recently in contact with nature?… countryside? parks?”. I nodded. I knew it! I knew I had fleas! I was feeling so embarrassed… Then I said “Do you think this could be fleas?”. Fortunately (or not), her answer was a categorical “no”. I only felt half-relieved. If it wasn’t fleas… what the h*** was that? I was dying of itching!!! I didn’t know how to look at her. Relieved? Inquisitive? Perplexed? Puzzled?

Before I could answer these questions, she said “Allergy”. So, that was the reason of this torture! Allergy! Great! *sarcastically* Doctor’s recommendation: not to go to the park within 2-3 weeks. And antihistamine. And because I’m a good girl, I’ve been at home for all that time 🙂 (and there have been many beautiful days!! Believe me, really tempting!! But I stayed at home. I swear!).  But because more than 3 weeks have passed, this last weekend, Jimmy, Mr. Ferret and I went to the park to enjoy a sunny Sunday afternoon. We could have a great time just the two of us (and Stitch), after so many birthday/family parties (and we still had one more, later that afternoon). We were happy: itching had gone forever… Or that is what we thought! This morning, while I was studying Japanese, I felt some itch in my left leg (why does it always start on the left?)… I was going to scratch, and then I saw it: more bites! or sort of… (no fleas, remember? I’m not a stray dog. So they can’t be bites, they are just red, itchy spots caused by allergy). Ugh… more antihistamines, doc.

Big Monday, isn’t it?