Our work in Andorra was fun and something we thought we couldv,e done every winter,but unfortunately it was cut short due to Mr Clarence being unwell.He really couldn,t adjust to the change, the constant noise of ski lifts and activity outside the apartment frightened him. During the daytime he would hide away and only venture out in the evening when things became quiet.His illness the vet most certainly put down to stress and an operation to remove kidney stones made us realize that it was more important to get him back to his familiar surroundings in sunny Mallorca. Once back home he returned to his normal self and good health.


Living with Sapphire or” bat cat” as we sometimes called her meant keeping an eye open that she was in sight when a window was ajar. It happened on two occasions that she decided to leap straight off the balcony. [ i hasten to add that both times we were living just one floor up and no harm was done ], but it did cause a lot of concern. The first time she done it knowing that a deaf cat could not hear us call was worrying enough but knowing she would not hear any traffic on the main road outside was even more frightening. As darkness fell i was scared and cried a lot, until i had a brainwave idea to walk the streets with a laser pen. This believe it or not lead us to our little girl who was keen for a game chasing the little red dot along the street. At least long enough for us to pick her up and get her back to safety of the our home.

The next time was a few years later when we moved ,and we were introduced to our Belgium neighbour downstairs.He knocked on the door with Sapphire in his arms saying ” I think this belongs to you “. His story being that he was sitting in his garden having his morning coffee and reading his paper when he nearly had a heart attack as a large ball of white fluff came flying through the air and landed in his lap. From that day onwards she only ever went out on a lead with us



Gemma on the other hand continued to be as gorgeous but as naughty as ever. I can still remember Mark,s face as the lovely new sofa was delivered. It happened in seconds as we took the plastic covering off, Gemma jumped on and youv,e guessed it christened it right there infront of our eyes!!!!!  I couldv,e cried as we had saved up for quite a while to be able to afford it and boy was she lucky that yet again she didn,t find herself out on the street. I simply rang the sofa company and ordered a brand new cushion and got the waterproof covers on quick,while sitting there pretending there wasn,t a large gap in the middle of us. We had to spend a week like that until the new one arrived. 


Clarence had an obsession with climbing and you could often find him hanging from the ceiling after climbing up the venetian blinds. A strange sight if friends came round to see him just hanging there looking down at you. As earlier stated he ruined a brand new set of satin curtains by running up and down them. He even once scaled an outside pebble dashed wall.Sometimes i wondered if we lived in a madhouse.


For many years our furry family shared our lives and our home with many a tale to tell for the future. They all lived happy and healthy lives until 2012 with ages between 19 and 21 years. I took their passing quite bad and wasn,t sure whether i was able to let another feline friend into my heart,but sometimes things happen for a reason and the future holds a very happy but also a very sad time for us which proves we were meant to do something.



In 2002 the opportunity arose to live and work in Andorra for the winter season. An offer of work for both Mark and myself plus free accomodation was too good to be true. But there it was and fortunately for us the director of the hotel mustv,e been an animal lover as he agreed to let us bring the three cats.[ we had already decided that if our family couldn,t go then neither would we .

The journey from our home in Mallorca ,with a small car full to the top with music equipment,furry family and as many of our personal things to make it like home was not the most enjoyable. We broke up the 16hr journey with regular stops for coffee and food and a walk with the cats on their leads. I can still remember their little faces of shock but excitement as they jumped down into the unknown territory of fresh snow for the first time.


Our home for the next 4 months was to be a small appartment in a very large block where you could literally ski yourself home to your front door.We never got formally introduced to the next door neighbours but we knew they were there. I think they left their balcony door open permantly as you could hear every word.

Everyday we could hear the wife telling him where she was going,what time she would be home ,even what she would cook for dinner, She would moan about her day at work  and although we never did see anything of Elvis himself she often spoke his name and we at one point assumed he mustv,e been one of the local tribute acts with a big ego.


The day i heard her say ” Elvis come back here, where do you think your,e going”. Feeling like a bit of a nosey neighbour while thinking they must be having a fall out, I poked my head out the window  to see…………

The most beautiful black and white cat looking back at me as if to say ” can a guy not get any privacy ” as he jumped into the newly fallen snow and christened it .The weather was bad that day and so he promptly jumped back up onto the balcony and into the arms of his rock and roll loving mum and the warmth of their appartment.

That told me eh !