As promised, and following on from last weeks post , here are some more beautiful cats from the Greek Island of Kefalonia. We crossed paths and lingered with these cats whilst on our Summer hol this year. Hope you like em.
When not hunting mice and small rodents our feline obliged with random appearances on the garden fence.
This creature lived under and around an old fishing boat in a place called Ketellios. He was well supplied with food but was also a shy soul. He did like to play though, so came to investigate our bit of string snaking through the grass.
The creature then adopted this cute pose after I told him he could make it on to the blog in England, if he came up with the goods.
An oft time cat trait caught on camera here…waiting at the dinner table for his portion to be served.
Another eating house cat… ready to charm the customer.
A well cared for domestic moggie here shot at his front door, in the streeet, whilst we were walking up to the 12th century Byzantine Castle Agios Georgios (Saint George).
This little sturdy black mog we met on the seafront in Ketellios. He was smalll in stature but seemed to be fairly healthy. That black coat must be hot in the midday though.
Reader, here is a collection of stray Greek cats we crossed paths with on our holiday in Kefalonia this year. These waifs and ne’er-do-wells were spotted in and around our resort town of Skala on the south of the Island.
If I had to pick a favourite it would have to be Buster here, a name we quickly gave him after he turned up outside our hotel room. He was so tough and sturdy, and the poor creature had ears burned to a crisp by the fierce greek sunshine. He was well fed though, so that’s something….but we had to chip in with some treats of course (a pouch or two), as you do. He kept coming back for more…and loved to hang out in the ‘air con’ of our room. o.k. its a fair cop guv. but we felt sorry for him in that heat – all the live long day.’
This little Kitten liked to lie around out of the sun, on the cool grass …. and after the lawn sprinklers had stopped, of course.
Mr Bib was begging for something at this point.
A regular ‘customer’ at breakfast was this tabby… but there were ‘turf wars’ going on for sure with the other early risers.
….and ‘sister’ was never too far behind either…
In general it seems that these creatures were managing to scrape a living together on the streets of Skala village. A barman confided that if it wasn’t for his bar snacks (bits of which were donated by holidaymakers like us) these cats wouldn’t get fed at all. Who knows how they cope out of season.
Buster (again!). There to greet us with a purr at all hours of the day or night.