Our cats

Woody

Woody is from Philadelphia. He's been crazy from birth. He used to run hysterically from one end of the apartment to the other. That's not what people notice first though. They notice that he's big. Really big. He's a tiger. And he's beautiful (really, that's what they say, I'm just quoting them). When I moved to Barcelona, I brought Woody with me. He hated the airplane but he loved our terrace. Woody in a basket

But he was lonely, so I found a kitten that he could take care of. He not only took care of her, he got totally bullied by her. And I'd stick up for him more but I think he likes it. Wherever Woody goes, Cookie is right by his side. And he pretends he couldn't care less, but I know he loves her.
Cookie outside

Cookie (so named because we called Woody the "Woody-Monster" and well, you can figure it out from there) lived on one of the busiest streets in Barcelona: the Diagonal when I met her. She slept in a concrete planter (with real plants) with her mother and her brother. She was about six weeks old and very scrawny. When I took her home, she was scared to death and wouldn't come near us. The only one she wasn't afraid of was Woody, who outweighed her by about 17 pounds. Cookie and Xixo

She would jump on his head, and play with his tail and copy whatever he did. And somehow, that big monster didn't ever lose patience with her. When we moved to Northampton, Cookie met a cute American cat and had her way with him. She had Xixo soon after.

Xixona

Xixona was born on New Years Day in our bed. We call her Xixo for short (pronounced Shishu). The name Xixona comes from a kind of special Catalan Christmas candy called torró. Xixona is actually the name of a city in the province of Alacant, where they make the candy. Xixo playing with laces It's orange, like Xixo. And yummy.

Xixo's favorite pasttimes are eating grasshoppers and crickets, chasing Llumi around the house, hanging out with Cookie, her mom, and unravelling my balls of yarn. Xixo and a paper bag While we were writing this, she crawled into a paper bag very much like the one in the picture. Xixo is probably the sweetest cat I've ever known, but when she's hungry she lets you know. Loud howls. Like I haven't fed her for weeks. Like why am I going so slow. Like what is the matter with me?

Llumeta

Llumeta (we call her Llumi) is an orphan. She and her six brothers and sisters (all completely black!) were found when they were about two days old. The two shown here are Llumi and her sister Tabitha, who now lives with my sister Katherine. Llumi gets her name (Little Light) from her incredible eyes. Llumi, the Snow Kitty

She was a little smartie, you can tell by looking at her that she'd talk to us if she felt like it. Oh, but she's bad. Llumi likes to steal things and then carry them around in her mouth. Llumi in the Jungle

Her favorite toys are rosehips and cherry tomatoes that she takes from the garden, moles (same) and Andreu's shaving brush which she gets from the bathroom and knocks all the way down the stairs. Oh, and green beans. When I come home from the grocery store with green beans, she jumps up on the counter, hunts out the bag, sticks her head in it, pulls out a green bean and then carries it around the house. One more thing, Llumi's really a Snow Kitty!

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