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.