Houdini

We are back. Back in Blogland that is. We walked around our empty apartment in Piraeus at 1900 yesterday saying 'thank you for being our home for nearly 4 years'. F made me thank the cupboards I hid in.

My Condo got left behind. 2 cats are moving and they can enjoy it. F said I can have a new Condo back in England.

My van is jammers. The roof box is full. The cubbies in the back are full. The gaps between front and back seats are full. Me and my tartan bed and Stripy Friend have 1/3 of the back seat.  Allegedly my luggage takes up considerably more space but I admit to nothing.  Just as we are leaving Mr B discovers a light isn't working on the van. 

The time that was meant to be our last Piraeus taverna meal was spent parked up by the ferry berth pulling tail lights apart and fighting (by torch light) to replace a bulb. Fortunately there was a kit of spare bulbs stored in the van (and they accuse me of loads of peripheral stuff!) I supervised.

I have done a lot of supervising the last few days. Here I am supervising men packing up our home....

... and there I was supervising coffee drinking at the cafe next door while boxes are being elevatored down from our apartment. The barrista messed up his froth patterns and made a new design just for me.


After fixing van lights we queued, our van got parked in a big parking building, and we wandered about in a sort of hotel that did a lot of humming and buzzing. Mr B said 'ferry'. F said just think of it as a slightly bigger van with a 'litter tray' for humans (our little van doesn't have one of those).

I did hotel inspector. All basics accounted for but I was refused an inspection of the corridors. 

This morning we appear to be in a different place. I'm told this is Crete. They say Cret-eh.

We have a little 'studio' with an enclosed courtyard. Very pleasantly shaded. Bouganvillia. Potted ferns. Quiet neighbourhood close to the Eleftherios Venizelos home. (We stopped in a square named after E Venizelos at silly early oclock this morning to drink yet more coffee and contemplate a statue of the man himself with a pigeon sitting on its head, and kill time until we could check-in.)








I have to defend the yard against feline cousins - ones that cosy up to humans.  And I want to explore the neighbourhood beyond.  However, like hotel corridors, it is apparently out of bounds. Mr B blocked up the gate with a clothes rack but I still found an escape route through a drain hole.  

That scared them. There is a jungle across the street, and I was just doing a recce from behind a parked car when they swooped on me. F made me go back in through the drain just to prove I fit. Of course I fit. (I had to drag myself through command style though, which F found very entertaining.  She chuckled about that for ages.) They covered my escape route with a potted fern.


My humans slept in the middle of the day. Now we are relaxing in a darkening courtyard watching a little lantern change colours, and listening to evening sounds. There are no motorbikes, no roller skates with rock concert sound systems, no buses, no sound of the sea (but the sea is only 100m away).. The neighbours are fixing up a very tiny, very (very) old house and making a few power tool noises but you could forgive them that, the little house is on the cusp of dereliction so hopefully they can pull it back from the edge and make it into 'cute' like our studio.

Red wine has made an appearance.

Me contemplating possible exits.

Mr B's art picture of a Tigger in green light. I blame the red wine.

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  1. Oh, I am feeling quite excited about your journey. You are so lucky to see all those wonderful places. Safe trip home.

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    1. F is having trouble getting excited - she is just sleeping and I have to keep poking her. Xxx Mr T

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  2. Tgger, your adventures continue to captivate and inspire! LC at retirementdaze.com

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    1. Thank you LC! It would have been more adventurous if F had gone looking for me in that jungle and I was watching her from under a car. Xxx Mr T

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  3. Oh Tigger Dear, M was telling me about your escapee adventure and I was wishing I could be there with you. It is so much fun finding a hidden exit point, but on reflection it is probably good that your humans managed to find you before anything dangerous happened. Have fun but be good on the rest of your journey. Mittens xx 😻

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    1. Mittens they have tiled back yards and concrete walls (think swimming pool if it rains) so a 6 inch drain hole makes sense. I think every garden should have one for visiting the neighbours and letting hedgehogs through. Xxx Mr T

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  4. OH My, I am not commenting on others blogs, but had to come and see if you had moved and where you are and am glad you are on the way and can't wait to hear your adventures. my heart stopped reading about the commando getaway! so glad you were found. love the lantern photos and can't wait to see your new old home...since we met you have been in the home you left. I will not be posting or reading for as many days as it takes to clean up the yard and fix things. The devestation of Ian is beyond imagining. 65 dead and whole cities destroyed, we are blessed to be alive and able to repair.. it was the scariest storm ever

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    1. Sometimes life hands you things that take precedence over blogging - at least that has been F's excuse for a while. We are ever so glad the three of you and all your family are safe. Slow and steady with that clean-up. Don't go over doing anything. Lots of love to you all Mr T

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  5. Hari OM
    Yaaayy the Tigger Travelogue is begun!!! Phew... that's it, eh? Another chapter done and another started. I look forward to hearing manhy more adventures and testing of boundaries as you guide your hyoomons back to the old country. Hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx

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    1. I have to get F to stop sleeping first. I patted her awake at least 16 times this morning. Furrings and purrings Mr T

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  6. The barista must like Mr T if they are making frothy shapes resembling him. Hope the move goes well too.

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    1. Lots of barristas and taverna staff in Piraeus ask after Mr T if F turns up without me - especially the one where she bought ground coffee. Someone would always come out to take my order while she was inside waiting on the grinder. I always order ear scritches. xxx Mr T

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  7. Oh, to answer your question about what have we done with the boat, before we moved down here we sold it, seems no one except commercial fishing ships go fishing on the west coast.

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  8. You are a very clever kitty. Unfortunately curiosity can do horrid things to cats.
    So best you stay close to your humans.

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    1. I was always 'adventure cat' until deafness made me cautious. That's when F & Mr B decided I could live in an apartment. I was just embarking on an overdue adventure. Xxx Mr T

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  9. Well done on all the supervising Tigger, and on developing your escapology skills. Gail thinks your humans deserve a glass of red wine, or perhaps three. We are both looking forward to reading about the next stage in your adventure.
    Toodle-oo!
    Nobby.

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    1. There used to be a Tigger hatch in our UK home fence (also used by foxes and hedgehogs), bigger than a clay drain but I did think it was nice of our Cretan hosts to think of that for me. Do you have any Nobby-hatch holes in your fences? Paw smacks Mr T

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