El Tribunal Constitucional empieza a aplicar su doctrina a favor de amnistiar el delito de malversación a los últimos seis líderes independentistas aún procesados o condenados por ese delito. El Pleno delibera este martes sobre el recurso del exportavoz de la Generalitat Jordi Turull, condenado a 12 años de inhabilitación absoluta en 2019, y previsiblemente la mayoría progresista, tal y como ya ocurrió el pasado 6 de octubre con el recurso de la exconsejera Dolors Bassa, aprobará el perdón legal a Turull. El ponente de la sentencia de Turull será, como en el caso de Bassa, el presidente del tribunal, Cándido Conde-Pumpido, que asumió la ponencia tras la renuncia del magistrado José María Macías en el pleno anterior.

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There are moments in the life of democracies when parliament, because of its divisions and deadlocks, is unable to respond to the urgent needs of a country — and when that happens, it means it is time to give citizens a voice. Spain is living through one of those moments.

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Spanish Prime Minister Pedro Sánchez delivered an institutional address from La Moncloa, the seat of government in Spain, to announce that a snap general election will be held on November 29.

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When Sabrina Imbler’s cat, Melon, becomes seriously ill with what is later confirmed as feline infectious peritonitis (FIP), Imbler feels she doesn’t have time to wait for a formal diagnosis and turns to a Facebook group that connects desperate cat owners with a black‑market treatment: GS‑441524. Injecting Melon twice a day at home, they enter a frantic stretch in which the acidic drug causes a wound to open on Melon’s back, and she is sentenced to weeks in a hated recovery suit called a Suitical: “Melon was so upset that she lay on her side like a tipped cow for hours, her chin glumly fixed to the carpet.” With Melon finally fully recovered, Imbler has the space to look back on the desperate measures it took to save her.

The FIP Warriors contact met me in the lobby of their building, wearing a knit cap with cat ears. They proceeded to demonstrate how to deliver the medicine on their stuffed cat, Edward. I watched as they manipulated the stuffed toy, lifting up pockets in Edward’s “skin” into which I was to drive a 22-gauge needle at an angle into subcutaneous tissue. I paid $50 for two vials of injectable GS-441524, which was acidic to keep it shelf-stable. This acidity, the contact warned me, meant the injections burned. “It’s really best if you have help,” they told me. “Will you have help?” No, I told them. My ex was out of town and it was just me and Melon. “Well, you’ll figure something out,” they said. I would have to.