Since Delphi, I have been feeling exceedingly cat-deprived. We have seen a plethora of cats in every city--Dodona, Olympia, Kalamata--but they are not socialized. They were street cats, fed by their putative owners, but they are more like sled dogs inasmuch as they have job and that is to keep the mice and other vermin out of the garden and the house. At night, we saw them in and around the dumpsters, looking for food.
Yesterday, our first day in Napflio, however, we were walking back to our hotel after dinner, and there were two kittens that couldn't have been more than 2 months old. They were on a low window ledge, and I was able to love one of them, which practically made me melt with joy. Randall says that a kitten's first contact should count as 10 cats. I may give him that. Unfortunately, it was too dark for the pictures to show these two adorable kittens.
Today, I had two wonderful encounters. The first at a street corner.
She immediately walked up to me, wound around my legs and the flopped on my skirt, and we had a grand petting session.
The next was Stella, who is 9+ months pregnant by cat standards, and the proprietor of a wonderful ceramic store.
She ran right up to me, and then under my skirt, and then came out just enough for me to thoroughly rub her neck, head and chin. As we continued to explore the crafts, Stella kept coming back for more affection, which I gladly gave her.
Ah, two in one night. What a night!
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