It's just so depressing not knowing what's happened to Humbug. Fearing the worst and hoping that he'll turn up any moment at the same time is so...stressful. We had a call yesterday about a fluffy black and white cat in a nearby village, so we went to have a look, although it seemed quite a long way for him to go. It was a very similar looking cat, indeed, but not him. *sigh*

In about an hour I'm going to go to the local feria (not as extreme as the one in Nimes where they have bullfighting). It's the last day, and there's going to be an abrivado with the bulls and horses going in the river, so I'm hoping to get a few photos of that.

What else, then? My sister made some mulberry jam (the fruits I helped pick in June) and a fig-and-blackberry tart (the figs which I picked outside of her college the other day, climbing in the tree and getting all sticky). The tart was very nice, and the jam we're leaving to set for a bit before eating.