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.
WE LIVE NEXT DOOR TO ELVIS .
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 !
It was sometime later after setting up home with my now partner Mark we decided for some unknown reason to change direction for our weekly shop.It was to be a decision that changed our lives for many years to come.We found ourselves looking down at a beautiful kitten needing a home so instead of coming home with washing up liquid and potatoes we arrived back at the house with a cat instead.” Sapphire” as we called her grew to be the most beautiful white persian you ever saw.
ONE CAT LEADS TO ANOTHER
The saying one cat leads to another is definately true in our case as it was only two weeks before a phonecall from a nearby resident asking if we were interested in a six week old persian blue kitten. She certainly sounded like a suitable companion so we wasted no time in getting “Gemma ” settled in.
FOUR YEARS ON
Four years passed and ourselves and the two girls had settled into a great life here in Mallorca.Often we would astound passers by who were not used to seeing us walking two persian cats on leads through the middle of a busy tourist area. The girls loved all the attention and fuss they received but it did come with a few strange looks.
Gemma, on the left, Sapphire (on top of the sofa) and “Clara” on the right.
The morning a friend called to say she had to return to england was sad as she was unable to take her silver persian kitten with her.She needed to find a home for “Clara” as soon as possible.Efforts to rehome her failed and the day of departure arrived. It was quite a surprise for me to return home after work to find “Clara” in our main bedroom and my new satin curtains in shreds. Youv,e guessed it Mark had decided we would take her in and she was going to join our family.
It was of no surprise after moving to this wonderful #island of Mallorca it wasn,t long before i took in a stray kitten who i named” Champers”…..[ i think it mustv,e been after my favourite tipple at the time ] Being originally a feral cat it was not uncommon for him to not come home and only did so when he wanted to.I often wondered if he had found a second home somewhere else in the neighbourhood. Sadly it was while i was on holiday and he was in the care of a neighbour he decided to move out completely.Perhaps his other home had better home comforts or even a companion, i will never know but despite numerous attempts to find him he never returned. I would like to think he lived a long and healthy life with someone else who loved him as much as i did. I have very fond memories of this very independant little boy.
My name is Sue and i presently share my life with three rescue cats here in Mallorca. Two males , one called Garth and the other Max and a female called Molly. Having had cats all my life and my previous ones living to grand ages of between 19 and 21 years, i thought it was the right time to adopt a cat and on seeing an advert in the local newspaper for a pure white persian cat i decided it would be a good idea to give a good home to a very needy cause. Although very new to blogging i hope to give you an idea of what living with cats is all about, the good times, the very funny times and sometimes the very frustrating times too.