Showing posts with label torino. Show all posts
Showing posts with label torino. Show all posts

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Tuesday with Taddeo - The Mystery Smell


*turns on secret walky-meowy planted inside the Mamma F's flower pot*

Buonasera. This is Agent Taddeo, reporting to you from Turin, Italy. I am on a mission to discover the origin of that incredible food smell that is wafting around our balcony. It seems to be emanating from Heather and Fluffy's kitchen. Shall we investigate?



Generally, I am not a fan of breaking and entering, but desperate times call for desperate measures, right?


That's right Ginger. You keep an eye out and tell me if anybody's coming!


Just a quick twist here...and a flick of the paw there...and...


...done! We're in, Ginger! Jiminy Cricket, the smell is getting stronger!


Taddeo: Gi...Ginger. It's...BEAUTIFUL!
Ginger: WHAT? What is it?!


Salmon burgers!

Update from Fluffy:

Mamma F quickly shuffled the two adorable agents out of the door before they could get their paws on our dinner. Since when did Taddeo learn to jemmy the lock on our door, anyway? This could get dangerous, especially if my supper is involved! 

Sunday, 21 August 2011

From Wales to Turin - This cat is heading home!

After a full two months of unemployed bliss in Wales, Heather and I are finally returning to the north-Italian city of Turin, where we work full-time. (Heather is employed at a nursery school teaching English, and I do the house cleaning. That basically includes keeping the mice, ants and spiders out of the house, licking plates clean, and hiding under the couch when the hoover comes out!)

It's a hard knock life, but somebody's gotta do it!

One thing I am happy about is that I'll be returning to all of my amazing flatmates! There are the teenagers Taddeo and Ginger next door, Charlotte the long-haired beauty queen below, the shy Pennie two doors down, and the elusive and rather reclusive Spanish signore above! What can I say - we're an apartment full of fabulous felines! I'll introduce you to them all when the time is right.

Wales, you've been good to us, but as the old saying goes, all good things must come to an end.

Wales, the definition of natural beauty
Sunset over the Gran Madre in Turin, Italy
See you all in a couple of days, my furriends!