Where are those sardines?

The sink must still bear traces of the sardines I was cleaning yesterday – the cat jumps up there to drink water (frequently falling back these days, as her back legs barely support her) and was finding it particularly interesting today. This photo's blurry, but she looks better in this one than in the one I originally posted.
 
Our guest arrived this morning, a delightful lad, an architect and, by the sound of it, a talented musician (he brought his bass guitar with him, having taken the neck off to fit it in his suitcase). He’ll be in Brazil for around six months (not necessarily staying with us), working with an NGO and taking a critical look at the Olympic sites and buildings and what the true legacy of the games will be. It’ll be interesting to see what he makes of it.