Feast or famine

You can get just about anything you want and/or need in San Pedro. Just not all the time. (Except cabbage. You can get cabbage at any time, pretty much anywhere). That whole local and seasonal eating trend that’s going on with foodies in the US? That’s just every Tuesday here. Except, of course, for the odd assortment of things that we expats can’t live without. Like half and half and cat food.

I’ve learned that, as everything is shipped onto the island, all of the stores stores that regularly stock Doritos, cottage cheese, and dry roasted peanuts get their shipments at the same time. This seems to mean that the shops that carry the specialty items I look forward to are all out of the specialty items I look forward to at the same time. I’ve also learned, by talking to the shop owners, that sometimes they order Fresh Step scoopable cat litter and they receive Fresh Step regular cat litter. And sometimes they have to place the order several times before it actually arrives.

All of this makes it, let’s say, interesting to keep stocked up on the things that I and my cat have grown accustomed to. That’s being fairly melodramatic, but I am on my last bag of Cat Chow with no guarantee that we won’t be switching to Whiskas next month. Fortunately my local guys have learned what I look for, and will even flag me down in the street to shout “We have your cat litter! Come by tomorrow!” They also have promised to keep half and half stocked at all times, so my precious store of Mini Moos that Mom sent may last a bit longer. I may have bought 4 containers of the stuff in the last 2 weeks.

On the feast note, mangoes are back in season! So far it’s just the little golden ones, but I shall be tracking the progress of the different varieties as the spring progresses.

And as we’re on food, I finally started using my oven. Would anyone like to take a guess as to where 350 degrees is?

And lastly, I got a photo of one of the competing pupusa ladies from takeout the other night. I actually prefer the other pupusa lady (more filling, less masa), but they were inexplicably closed on a Thursday so I had to settle for Backup Pupusa Lady. 

That’s it for now!


This is not a cat blog, I swear

But a few weeks ago I gave Pearl one of Mia’s old mouse toys. She played with it for one night, then it disappeared. When Simon was here a couple of weeks ago, he found it, gave it a wash and hung it out to dry. I got a bit of a start when I was hanging my clothes on the line and was suddenly eye-level with a stuffed mouse hanging from a clothespin by its tail. Here she is, reunited.

She cuddles with it on the sofa, then carries it around to play with it

Here’s a video: https://plus.google.com/114904620988491297294/posts/Kqccbb5Xmwq

She still won’t let me touch her, but continues the daily staring in the door routine. She really liked it when I did yoga the other night.

New addition

This is my new feral cat (sorry for the lousy photo).


She and her three kittens showed up a couple of months ago, and being the hard hearted, practical person that I am I immediately called the humane society and had them all fixed and vaccinated and sent them on their way. Or I fed them every day and watched them play and nurse and be generally adorable for about a month while feeling guilty. (Hint, it was the second one).

We’re lucky to have a great humane society here, so I did eventually have them all fixed (Simon and I trapped the kittens by hand and SAGA sent out a trap for the mother) and the goal is to have the kittens tamed and adopted out. (I’m such a sucker that I’ve actually visited the kittens to make sure they were ok). The mama cat was re-released, however, and I figured she would be traumatized by the whole experience and I’d never see her again. But the day she was released, she showed back up on my porch, probably not knowing what else to do. I started leaving out a little food, feeling quite a bit like my grandmother, Meme, who fed all of the feral cats in Texas. Mom admonished me for feeding stray cats. I may have fibbed a bit about it.

So when Mom came down to visit I was feeling a bit sheepish about my daily visitor. When the cat appeared the day she arrived, Mom said to her, “Oh, hi honey! You’re so pretty, are you hungry,” then named her Black Pearl and started sneaking her more food during the day. Pearl now comes to my door every evening as soon as she hears my gate close, and I put out a few crunchies or a chicken bone. I can’t figure out why, but when she’s done eating she just sits and stares in the window for about an hour each evening. She’s not hungry, she doesn’t want to come inside, and she’ll run away if I open the door. I think she likes to watch me cook. But there’s also the possibility that’s she’s planning to off Mia and take all of his food.





I mean, how cute is her little clipped ear? It’s so bad, I’ve actually got a friend stopping by while I’m away for the next few weeks to leave food out. For a feral cat. I think I need an intervention.