Frustrating Felines!

Trip Start May 22, 2009
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Trip End Feb 16, 2010


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Mani Beach Campground

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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Lovely, adorable, cute & cuddly, furry purries.  Whatever you may call them - they’re everywhere!  I’ve noticed a significant increase of cats since arriving in Greece.  They seem to like to congregate at the campgrounds (where I saw a foolish, foolish woman buy cat food to give them!). 

Now I’m a cat lover and cat owner, but enough is enough!  At every campground there has not been just one or two bathing in the sun and rubbing your legs, but a minimum of 6-8!  All they do is relentlessly ‘mew’ and beg for food while you’re cooking!

One campground, the cats likes us soo much, that one of the males decided to ‘mark’ our tent as his.  How sweet.  We’ve been having a hard enough time not stinking after 5 months on the road.  The addition of cat pee makes a lovely aroma. 

Another time, there was a cat who was soo affectionate, she would actually climb your leg to try and get into your arms to be held.  Thankfully, this was during the cold and rainy patch and I was wearing jeans. 

Last night Brian woke up, and through the dim filtered light from other buildings could see a little curled up shadow of a cat - on the top of our tent!  A perfect little kitty hammock with the warmth from us below and the protection of the fly above.  Perfect.  Right down to the precious little claw holes lining the side of our tent now.  Who expected to need cat-proof gear?

The charm of waking every morning to little muddy paw prints and cat hair all over the panniers is starting to wear a bit thin…

And it’s not just at the campground either!  Cats are in the streets and perched on fences wherever we go.  Every restaurant we eat at has at least 2 or 3 begging for food.  They’re even in unexpected places too. 

One day we stopped for a breather at the top of a hill far from any town.  At soon as the wheels stopped turning I heard a distant ‘mew’!  A moment later there was this tiny little furball running out of the ditch and into our direction.  The crying never stopped the whole time she was there pacing back and forth.  Wouldn’t let me touch her, must have been desperate for food.  Even when we started to cycle away she cried and ran as fast as possible down the hill behind us - right down the middle of the road!  I wanted to stop and put her off into the bushes, but knew that it was no use - she would just run out again. 

I guess that’s a testament to spaying and neutering programs.  The only population control here is traffic. 
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