Gatos Españoles!

I am still not quite up to composing and putting together a 'more meaningful post', but decided now was a good time to post something completely frivolous - a few Spanish cats!

I tried to place these cool cats in an environment that clearly demonstrated that they weren't prairie Saskatchewan, Canadian cool cats... i.e. in a courtyard of a Spanish home, in front of tropical foliage, on rocks against the Mediterranean Sea, sheltering in lava rock (at least that's what I think it is, always meant to ask Antonio but forgot), on cobbled streets, against rock walls and the like.  Hope you enjoy, superficial though this topic may be.  :) 

Here's a song I used to sing when I was a child... then as a teenager to my younger sister and brother:

Oh Señor Don Gato was a cat,
On a high red roof Don Gato sat.
He went there to read a letter,
Meow, meow, meow
Where the reading light was better,
Meow, meow, meow
T'was a love note for Don Gato.
How he adored that lady cat,
Who was fluffy, white, and nice and fat.
There was not a sweeter kitty
Meow, meow, meow
In the country or the city
Meow, meow, meow
And she said she'd wed Don Gato.
Oh, Don Gato jumped so happily,
He fell off the roof and broke his knee.
Broke his ribs and all his whiskers,
Meow, meow, meow
And his little solar plexus,
 Meow, meow, meow
Aye caray!!! cried poor Don Gato. (alternate line: "Ay carramba!" cried Don Gato.)
Well the doctors all came on the run,
Just to see if something could be done.
And they held a consultation,
Meow, meow, meow
About how to save their patient,
Meow, meow, meow
How to save Señor Don Gato.
But in spite of everything they tried,
Poor Señor Don Gato up and died.
Oh it wasn't very merry,
Meow, meow, meow
Going to the cemetery,
Meow, meow, meow
For the end of poor Don Gato.
As the funeral passed the market square,
Such a smell of fish was in the air.
Though the funeral was slated, 
Meow, meow, meow
He became re-animated,
Meow, meow, meow
He came back to life Don Gato.
(optional refrain: For he had nine lives, Don Gato.)

I still remember the tune.  
It's going through my head.  
What can I say?  

It's good to laugh.