IIRC Montequilla means butter in Spanish. I bought a box of cigars named Montequilla once. They were good.
There was a random cat nestled up over the gas tank in a Volvo 240 that I dropped off at a repair shop for one time - it became the shop mouser and we would chat about it for years.
I’m a lifelong fan of red, orange, and beige kitties - they’re always so weird, even for cats! - and adore this happy ending.
The owners were overjoyed, but what about the cat - maybe he was spinning the roulette wheel in the hope of a better life?
He’s my kitty now. I love him,
After the rescue, the family is now anxiously awaiting Montequilla’s revenge.
It’s man-tequilla in Spanish. I’m not really sure what mon-tequilla is, though monte means mountain.
I helped a friend with a kitty move, and the cat, scared by the commotion, vanished. We were all worried she’d somehow gotten out and run away, only to discover her at the last minute inside the truck, deep inside the base of a couch (apparently she’d been in there while we were moving it), where she was perfectly safe, to everyone’s relief. But if she hadn’t had the good sense to meow, her owners might have discovered where she was after the move, in the worst possible way.
A mountain of tequila!?!
I like this cat’s style.
One of our cats completely disappeared for three days when we finished moving in here. We knew he was in the house, but we could find neither hide nor hair. He finally just casually walked out of the pile of furniture near the entry hall, came up to us and meowed hello. We showed him where the food, water, and litterbox were, and he was absolutely fine.
[They loved moving into this big old house from our small old house! They spent the first couple weeks chasing each other up one flight of stairs, down the hall, back down the other stairs, down the hall, et catera. ]
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That sounds like it would have been pretty traumatic.
Yes, if the other stuff is still hanging around.
I do kind of miss my 144. I don’t miss bleeding the brakes regularly and carburetor issues, though.
Oh yeah, Mantequilla is the name of the cigar. I haven’t really done that hobby in 15+ years so brain is fuzzy.
Well, please don’t take up drinking mountains of tequila.
When we moved to this island, our old lady kitteh, Snowball’s Chance, disappeared for 3 days behind the washer/dryer stack, howling pitiably about the change in her circumstances. DH got tired of it after the third day, and set the dryer buzzer to go off. She shot out from behind like she was rocket propelled, stopped abruptly to have a wash, then acted like that had been her plan all along.
I rarely drink! I do enjoy a good margarita. A friend of mine introduced me to aged Tequila, which I likened to salty Scotch. But other than that, I haven’t really drank much tequila at all.
I usually only drink at concerts or something like that. I took one sip of wine I bought my sister to try over Thanksgiving, but other than that the last time I have been to a show was 2019
“I was this close to a clean getaway.”