In 2003 I lived as a companion with Judith (1942-2012) at #8, Parque del Paraiso, Calahonda, opposite the Post Office. We had just been shopping at El Zoco Supersol and arrived back to our front door with 19 bags of shopping. Four contained essentials, like FOOD, the rest had “things” in them. Women buy “things” such as a Can of Spray to move a table, CoS to remove dust, CoS to add polish, CoS to polish polish, CoS to shine and Can of Spray to put table back to where it originated. The trouble is, the cans are in Spanish, so goodness knows what she had bought. Reminds me of when I was in a supermarket in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. Twenty or so South Koreans were really excited over cans of dog food with pictures of Labradors, Pekinese and so on. I passed by as they were filling their trolleys with these cans. I was NOT going to tell them what was really in them.
Anyway, back to the front door. As usual, bags in my left hand, I felt in my right pocket for the front door key. Nothing there. Bags down. Key in LEFT pocket. Happens all the time with me !! Key in the lock and pushing the front door open it really jammed solid after moving a couple of inches. What the……I walked round to the back of the house, entered through the sliding doors. Looking towards the front door I could see our long, narrow “Persian” carpet screwed up in a big pile against the front door. How the hell did that get there, I thought.
A couple of days later I was sitting on the sofa reading the usual headline in the Daily Express, “Exclusive: Princess Diana killed by Martian photographer”, and in from the garden shot Snowy, a cat almost the size of a polar bear cub. At 90mph, he stopped dead on the “Persian” carpet by my feet. Then inertia (that’s a Science word)….then inertia took over. Cat and mat at 90mph slid along the white marble floor and ended up in a crumpled heap against the front door. Initially, no sign of Snowy. His head poked out of the wreckage, tail up, he walked proudly back out into the garden, curled up and started washing himself. Woah!!
A few days later I was sitting on the sofa reading the Daily Express headline “Just in: Princess Diana killed by rampaging elephants”, and in walks Dizzy, a small, young, black and white cat. She jumped up beside me, lay down and the next thing I knew she was producing kittens and blood on the seat. My hazel eyes (thanks) wide open in astonishment as two kittens popped out. I thought…aaah! that’s nice, on one hand and what a mess on the other. Suddenly, in through the garden door sped Snowy, carpet and cat crashing against the front door.
I just LOVE Andalucia !!!
Two kittens survived and are living with me now.