Granny takes a Sip

We've got the matriarch of all the street cats living in our garden at the moment. The old girl's called granny and she must have had at least 4 litters of kittens over the years we've known her in the street. Now she's been neutered and is having quite a charmed life on our porch, chasing leaves in the wind, playing with toy mice and bopping the grandkids on the head if they take too many liberties. Here's an unusual thing I noticed about her the other day and have since been on a 72 hour 'granny watch' to capture it on film - she drinks by dipping her paw into the water bowl and then sipping the water from it. Bit like that Arthur in that advert.

On the Buses

We really do things in a big way here in Ibiza. Here's a snap of San Jose's multi-modal transport interchange, or the bus stop as it is sometimes referred to.

My sister, waiting there for the bus to San Antonio, fell into conversation with another English couple who complained that the bloke in the ticket office didn't seem to know anything on the subject of buses. Our Kris explained that the kiosk was, in fact, where people bought their lottery tickets for ONCE, the charity for blind people.

Having said that, if you do go to a real bus ticket office, especially the one in Ibiza town, they too will know sweet FA about bus tickets, times or other related bus information. 

Silence in Ibiza

No, they haven't banned drills, buzz saws or angle grinders, that still continues 24 hours a day on a rota basis.............it's another dog's tale.

Old Floyd is one of the 10% of Dalmatians born stone deaf. He can't hear a thing but has developed his other faculties to compensate - he can see a pin drop from a couple of metres, for example.

I communicate with him by making like a windmill when we're out on a walk while he uses all his powers of concentration to take in the sights and smells around him.

Here he is carefully checking out evidence suggesting that he may not be alone on Cala Conta beach. Clever isn't he?