"I didn't have boots, a hat, or even a sword in those days. I used a strong stick I had found half buried in the sand for practice." Puss described. "I thought it would be a usual day, but how wrong I was..."

A young Puss stood in the middle of an empty road. Looking determinedly at his make-shift target he had drawn in the dirt. His goal was to jump in the air, and cartwheel several times, and land in the middle of the target on his feet. He took a deep breath, finishing the final calculations in his head. He backed up, taking only a second to spring into action. He started by running on all fours, building up sufficient speed. Springing into the air he completed a successful cartwheel. Then another-

Bam! He had miscalculated his needed height, and instead of landing on his feet, he found himself face-down in the dirt.

"Maldiciones!" He coughed sitting up. He dusted himself off, muttering under his breath in Spanish until a sharp, cracking noise drowned his frustrated words out. Puss quickly turned around in the direction of the crack. He glanced over his surroundings, seeing no one. He shrugged it off, deciding it was more important to continue his training.

He reconfigured the height he needed and took his starting place. Confidently, he again gathered enough speed and leapt into the air flawlessly, turning his flexible body into a triple cartwheel, and adding another cartwheel gracefully. All that was left was the landing. But Puss had concentrated so much on how much height he needed, he hadn't payed much attention to his mark. His result was landing-feet first-into an old, dusty abandoned wagon.

Sighing, he shook the dust off himself and jumped out. After landing he looked up and found that his wasn't alone. Standing before him, was another kitten. A female, a bit smaller than Puss. She had orange fur like him, but most of it was covered with a simple white dress with a gold belt and gold mittens hanging from it. Wearing clothing was very uncommon for a cat. Her eye color was a light copper, also uncommon. But she was cute, in a sense.

They merely stared at each other for a moment. Puss didn't know wither to use Spanish, or English with the girl.

"Habla usted espanol?" He tried. She tilted her head, clearly not understanding. "Who are you?" She seemed to understand, but still remained silent. "Do you even know how to talk?" He asked more himself than to the girl. Trying one final time, he stretched out his paw. "I'm not going to hurt you." He reassured her. She returned the gesture by stretching hers halfway, taking only a short pause before shaking his.

"I suppose an introduction is needed." He said letting go of her paw. "I, am Puss."

"Puss?" She said almost like she didn't believe it.

"I know. I know. Awful name." Why his parents had named him that he would never figure out.

"Non! Non. It is...different. And that is good sometimes." Her accent was new to him. It was interesting at least.

"Well, gracias." Puss responded. "It means 'thank you'." He explained remembering she didn't speak Spanish."So, what's your name?"

"Joli." She said. Now smiling. "Purebred copper-eyed tabby."

"Joli." Puss repeated thoughtfully.

"It means 'pretty'" She explained.

"Mmm" Puss said as if figuring something out."So, Joli, what brings you too Spain?"

"My family comes here every year." She answered. "It is my first time."

"Have you gotten to look around yet?"

"Non-I mean no."

"Well then, I would be honored to show you Senorita." Puss added a little bow and offered his arm.

"Pleasure is all mine Monsieur." Joli added a curtsy and took the tom's two kittens walked along the path, his whiskers coated with dirt, and she lifting her skirt up to remain clean.

Funfact The story Puss in boots was writen in France by Frenchman Charles Perrualt.

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