Well, there was once this lovely little fluffy cat, called...cat. She had the most fantastical journey flying across her home country, seeing the sights, the green, green grass, the towns and railways. She heard the ryanair babes tell her how to suck on air should a mass air collision happen. And read about the other places she could go to on this glorious ship in the sky...
When she was set down safely in sunny Girona, she tried out her sparkling Spanish on the Barcelona Bus girls.
"Hola, por favor, quiero, uno.........hablo ingles? Ahh,...un billet? Returno!"
She enjoyed the bus ride, reveling in the humpbacked mountains around Barcelona. And the glorious golden evening light.
At the estacion de autobuses, she helped some Spanish tourists to find the Placa de Catalunya on the metro, called her friend and settled down to a nice cup of cafe con leche y croissant de chocolate!
After a good ole dinner and a heavy sleep, cat walked out into the Spanish noon sunshine and flipped off to see the hippy city. She prowled through the streets. Winding through the narrow tall streets, saw the Forno's, the ice cream parlour, the American, Japanese, French tourists. She lay next to the Catedral and sniffed the infinite smells on lampposts and large brick buildings!
After all this excitement cat decided that the only thing to do was go to a Spanish Rock Party - 
the Pink Flamingo!! After a very small amount of cerveza for a little catty, she was whisked off past Fontana on the metro for a night full of delights. There she drunk again a tiny amount of cerveza (you know these English pussies like their booze!), and chatted to a pretty Chilean gata. The rock was very interesting and they all made lots of effort and dressed up and everything! She even saw the infamous band Toxica at their home studio..
She saw many more things...all Spanish. Big lobsters ....nice for cat! Shopping baskets that could turn into trolleys and boats in the harbour. 
But what the little pretty dittsie catty wanted to see most of all was Mi Amigo Mali!
