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Fado Cats

The following are copies of 4 blogs originally posted by me in September 2012, whilst still looking for a permanent home in Portugal.

Meet The Neighbours.

(First published on http://joesportugal.wordpress.com 15/09/2012)

The couple living across the road are Portuguese, quiet, shy and retiring.

To put that another way, they run like Hell, if I put my size 12’s outside my door. Well, at least they did until a couple of days ago.

Turns out they like Fado music – Mariza in particular, and will sit outside my open door listening, hypnotised, as I am, with the beautiful voice and music.

Even when approached, as I had done to take this photo, they appeared calm, and less skittish.

Fado Cats

I’m a Fado cat,
I’ve just found out.
I used to run like Hell,
When he was about.

Since he plays those tunes,
I just sit and sway,
Even when he’s there,
I can’t run away.

A Fado cat,
A Fado cat,
To Hell with running,
Just fancy that!

A Fado cat,
I want to stay,
Just sit swaying here,
Don’t go away.

Don’t want no food,
Don’t want no play,
Just listen to Fado,
Here I’ll stay.

A Fado cat,
‘Cos now I know,
There’s no where else,
I’d rather go.

I’m A Fado cat,
A Fado cat,
To Hell with running,
I’m finished with that.

Dangerous Times For A Fado Cat

(First published on http://joesportugal.wordpress.com 22/09/2012)

Strange goings on,
Beyond the mat.
Dangerous times for
A Fado cat.

Fado Cats Must Stick Together

That thing there,
What is that?
It looks like a skewer for
A Fado cat.

And that long bent stick,
With lots of string.
I’d like to play with that,
To hear it ping.

A Fado cat
Loves straw as well.
But six bales of it?
What The Hell?

Better not hide,
Inside the straw.
Skewer flying,
Look! There’s more.

No. Sit listening,
On the mat.
Be good, Be safe,
Just A Fado cat.

Carvalheira Rain

(First published on http://joesportugal.wordpress.com 12/10/2012)

Just a Fado cat

It isn’t just a pain,
It drives me insane,
And it doesn’t just fall on the plain.
I’m no pet, but I hate the wet,
Of the Carvalheira rain.

The Fado girl sings,
Of that Chuva thing,
And though it sounds very pretty.
I’d rather be indoors than have wet paws,
Or fur, and that’s a pity.

He hasn’t said yes,
Nor has he said no,
But the door is left inviting.
A Fado Cat must always take care,
But I feel I could go right in.

Checking Out Our New Home

(First published on http://joesportugal.wordpress.com 16/10/2012)

Check it out!

We are Siamese if you please
We are Siamese if you don’t please
We are from a residence of Siam
There is no finer cat than I am

We are Siamese if you please
We are Siamese if you don’t please
Now we’re looking over our new domicile
If we like we stay for maybe quite a while

(From Walt Disney’s ‘Lady and The Tramp’ – composed by Sonny Burke and Peggy Lee)

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