We call her “catlady”, she’s got 100’s of cats of all colours and sizes, well, 4 actually, but with all the digging up of our flowers it feels like more. We bought a sensor light; that should scare them off, I thought, but no, they just look up at the light a though they are film stars being filmed, so then we bought a natural cat scaring powder, that just made them even more enthusiastic so then we put kebab sticks and netting over our plantbeds, not a deterrant for these monster cats they just dig them up as well, so then we added sensor alarm to the sensor light….all that happens now is we rush out in our pyjamas in the middle of the night to turn the b****y thing off while they look at us bemused.
Catlady moved this week, she and Rainman found each other….wonder if he likes cats?
We call him “Rainman”, he’s the jovial chap that often walks past our house, smiles and says hallo. But one evening last year after many months of heat and no rain it started drizzling, a fine warm hazy drizzle. “Rainman” loved it and that evening danced passed us hands uplifted to the skies crying out “isnt it lovely, isnt it lovely”. Perhaps we should call him Gene Kelly?
Johnny’s just gone past again. Everyday, several times a day Johnny goes past. Sometimes up the road, some times down the road. Sometimes with his thirties style Johnny Depp sunglasses, sometimes with his flat cap, always with his aluminium walking stick……click click click click on the pavement. No sign that he see’s us as he goes past, no passing of the time of day, just a man with a goal….. backwards and forwards up and down the street. Rumour has it that he is an old soldier, some say, although living in Spain he hates foreigners, but who knows, he just walks and walks. Sometimes we see him miles and miles away….walking, just walking. That’s why we call him Johnny Walker.