A Postcard A Day - Tuesday 14 July 2026 - T for cats and puppies

 Hello lovely peeps,

I hope you all had a good weekend and start to the week. 

Let me show you another postcard:

It comes from Belarus and the text in the middle reads:"Don't forget me". And bottom right says: "I am writing you."

The stamp is the following:

It's a scary looking monster scarab called Lucanus Servus also known as the European Stag beetle.

They are quite big (the males) it's very impressive.

The big horns of the males are not done to hurt, as it could be thought at first sight, but to grasp and to make rivals in love to fall from the branches. Once the field is free from other pretenders, then serve, folded to touch the branch in front of the female head, to imprison it, immobilizing it for the whole mating duration © Heinz Rothacher

I had a lovely few days. On Saturday we had a 'bring-and-share' lunch in a village an hour's drive way. I had prepared some dough to make savoury cinnamon rolls. The dough turned out beautifully:

In this hot weather the dough proves and doubles in size in no time. I rolled the dough out and spread a spice & butter mixture on it, then added grated cheese and rolled it all up. Cut it into slices and baked them. They came out perfectly but when I tried one, it was inedible! Way too salty! What with the cheese and the salted butter, I should have left the salt out but I didn't. They all ended up in the bin.

I had eventually cooked some pork chops so I didn't go empty handed.

There was lots of stuff as you can see.

This lady makes a mean trifle:

You can also see a jug of wine on the table, which could be my ticket to the T-Party hosted by Elizabeth and Bluebeard.

And our host, a German gentleman, had made a delicious semolina pudding with blueberry sauce:

The topic of conversation was the bush fires. Where we were was quite close to the fires you might have seen on the news. The death toll is 13 as I write this.

This little town is Garrucha, a seaside resort that my daughter Tracey and I have visited two yeas ago. You can see the fire in the back ground. It's very frightening, although it is more than an hour's drive from here, we all know someone who lives there. 

It's still very hot:

On Sunday I invited the pastor of our church to lunch. He is a widower and lives alone. He is a lot younger than me and he lost his wife a few years before my husband died. So we understand each other. We chatted so much I completely forgot to take any photos.

But I did take a picture of the sunset that evening:

Ronnie the cat is scratching himself a lot, so I think he might have fleas. I don't know where he got them as the only outdoor space he's allowed to be is the patio which is completely enclosed. But some street cats walk along the top of the (6ft) wall, so perhaps some fleas have fallen on top of Ronnie as he hisses at the 'intruders'. (How dare they walk along his wall!)

I bought a pipette at the pharmacy but it wasn't the brand Spot-On which I wanted. It was a Spanish brand. But it didn't work. Today I went to the vet in town and got the proper stuff. Lets hope that is better.

While I was at the vet I met one of my neighbours who's dog was having puppies. One was breached and so he ended up at the vets. Two puppies survived:

This is mother:

Here is a photo of my cat Ronnie:

I had just given him the medicine (in his neck) so I do hope it works. I haven seen any fleas but he has little bites everywhere and then scratches them so he ends up with scabs.

So much for my adventures.

Happy T-Day,

Lisca