The Final (Cocked) Leg

Not much time to pause and enjoy the Barkerlona sights although I did enjoy the colourful pavements which Mum said were inspired by Joan Miró - she sounds like a talented lady.

Mum and Dad were shocked to find airport style security check-ins at Barkerlona Pants station, with luggage x-rays and body scans. Dad couldn’t see any mention of the ‘mascota’ fee on the ticket so I had to hide under the train seat for a lot of the journey! Luckily nobody spotted me - it made the journey more exciting, like being in a spy film!

Unfortunately, however, despite my expert disguise as a furry kneecap, I was spotted at Madrid station as I leapt off the train and Mum and Dad were scolded by two stern female train staff who said that I should have been put ‘in the luggage’ The ignominy! Mum played the dumb English tourist very convincingly, shrugged and left quickly.…

It seemed to be a day of upsetting the Spanish authorities as during the security check for our train to Córdoba, Dad was pulled over, had to open his suitcase and had my furdressing scissors thrown in the bin because they were too long! Not as long as my fur will be, now they’re gone!

Our luck changed when we realised that we’d accidentally booked Furst Class extra big & squishy seats on train to Córdoba 👌My favourite journey of all….

followed by the worst-our final (yes, final!) train to Granada…so hot, rattly and slow, people were sticking their heads out of the train doors to cool down when we nave our stops. I was forced to cool my loins most immodestly.

As soon as I arrived in Granada, wonderfully sweet, spicy and roasty aromas filled my snout.

With considerable relief, we found our Granada home to discover it had windows, a duvet, no inspirational posters, no death metal loving neighbours (so far) and a small TV! Joy! There is even more than two inches between the toilet seat and the wall - luxury for Mum and Dad (obviously this does not affect me, as I have my own huge toilet, the entire city)

Can’t wait to add my scent to the wonderfully aromatic Granada!

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