We’ve been in Greece for a month now and while I’ve been trying to give you real time snapshots of our travels, it occurs to me that I’ve been remiss in writing about one of Greece’s most ubiquitous features:
Being cat lovers, those furry felines make up some of our favorite memories. Take the foursome that lived in Hotel Vardia in Kardamili: Owner, Voula, was as smitten with them as were we, and during our stay she was busy treating one for a cold and attempting to ‘capture’ that wily white one (above) who kept avoiding her despite the fact he needed a bit of much needed medical work (Voula finally won out - he was at the vet when we left).
Of course, the smallest one immediately wrapped us around his little paw by running to greet us and following us to our room, much as a loyal puppy would do. It was difficult leaving him behind – he was my choice for a souvenir but then he was quite happy at his hotel home.
In each of our stops, the homeless furry ones have nearly caused us heart attacks as they nonchalantly crossed streets without concern for drivers or motorcyclists who came within inches of hitting them.
Then there was the trio, who lived at the Island House Hotel on Ios. Their ferocious cries and snarling made us think we were living below a huge, on-going cat fight as they spent their days and nights in the bougainvillea that framed the slated roof of our deck.
It seemed two were always ‘picking’ on the third. The Scout broke up a ‘fight’ one day and sent them on their way. The next day we realized it had been simply a lover’s quarrel and they were back ‘together’ again, a menage a trois both literally and figuratively.
We arrived Friday in trendy, touristy Mykonos. Last night as we were munching on a gyro pita at an outdoor cafe the quietest little cat showed up at the foot of the stool on which I sat. I’d been people watching and didn’t notice from where it came. Noiselessly it sat, its stare an intense one. So compelling was it, that I slipped large portions of the pork from my pita and would drop chunks when the owner of the place turned his head.
What a con artist was that one! Dining done, it walked across the small walkway and jumped up onto his cushion to bathe -- outside the jewelry store where he obviously lives!
And then once the beauty ritual was over it was time to hop on its chair and wait to be adored by nearly every passing tourist!
We walked past the store again this morning. . . breakfast, I believe, was about to be ice cream!
Happy Travels to you all and thanks so much for being with us as we wind up our time in Greece. We’ve got one more island to visit before we are off to Istanbul. We’ve appreciated the comments and emails our tales have prompted.
For you animal lovers out there: there is a Greek Cat Welfare Society (with a Facebook page) and a Dutch Foundation operates a Greek Cat Rescue with a web page of the same name. Both offer donation options via the web.