Qui est un chat heureux?

Qui est un chat heureux? // Who is a happy cat?

Today I am skipping the prompt. Today, at the long last, we were officially let out of our houses to stretch our legs — for the first time in a month and a half. Of course, you stretch your legs when you go to supermarket, but it’s hardly the same thing. Every age group got its own timeband. Some lucky people get to walk a few times — with kids, with elderly relatives, with dogs (btw, those guys were out and about all the time), but the point is, now everybody can finally get their turn in fresh air. Yay.

Parks and beaches are also opened for sports and walks (not for leisure bathing or suntanning though). I was playing with a thought of trying to get to Las Canteras in my timeband for a quick swim, but decided against it. I was right — already saw some videos of complete and utter madness there, everybody in water, surfers mixed with swimmers, and mind you, in general people here are surprisingly bad at swimming. They go to play with the waves and sunbathe, and stay within five meters from the edge, and swimmers (yours truly included) are normally very few. I hope nobody got hurt in this first mad rush.

The cat went out for a walk into an exceptionally pretty park of Pueblo Canario. The flowers are jacaranda, angels’ trumpets and blue daisy flowers appropriately named Felicia (here is a happy name if I ever saw one). He is one happy cat.