The first thing we saw when we landed in Split and walked out of the airport was a palm tree… with a cat under it. This must be paradise!
In old cities, there are no back alleys to store garbage. This means that garbage gets put out front at night, and combined with the warm climate seems to be a perfect habitat for rats. However, I didn’t see any rats in any of the places we visited. What we did see were cats – lots of them. The inverse relationship between cats and rats made me wonder: why do we say kitties for cats but not ritties for rats? Graham says it is because rats are not cute.
Tabbies, calicoes, plain black or white ones; some with collars or bells but most were wild; many were skittish though some were friendly. The general thing to say is that they were medium sized (not Swedish giants) and quiet cats, we heard hardly any meows.
One night we had a wonderful dinner on a plaza by the old port. We had a great salad and risotto and some fired sardines. There was a massive pile of sardines and since we don’t usually eat meat we got full pretty quickly. Luckily there were some local cats willing to help us out. They sat patiently under our table for extras.
We don’t see many cats in Sweden so it was nice to be able to pet some cats. You can sit on a park bench and a friendly one may come by. One crawled into my lap while I was sitting on some rocks by the sea. Just in case you are wondering, Graham also pets cats, but somehow all the pictures are of me petting cats, making me look like a crazy cat lady.