Following on from my Cats of Istanbul post, I decided to continue to allow the evidence to pile up for my crazy cat lady trial one day by sharing some pics of all my favourite moggies from Paxos, Greece. Just like in Istanbul, I again suffered a severe case of empathy and affection for the street cats and set about giving them indigestion by supplying them with more food than their poor deprived bellies probably knew what to do with.
We stayed in an apartment about a fifteen minute walk out of Gaios, so the bulk of these cats are the little family that lived around the apartment. The poor things were noticeably thinner and riddled with more infections than the cats who hung around the town squares and they were very wary of humans, so mostly not inclined to want any direct contact with us. But we had to be very careful in any case not to get scratched and unwittingly bring home any diseases for our own cats, so it’s not like we were upset we couldn’t pick them up for a cuddle.
By the end of the week their individual personalities had come through, they were a lot more comfortable around us and, maybe we’re imagining this bit, they seemed all a lot healthier to have had a week’s worth of good feeds.
This is Buddy (Yes we named them, shut up). He was the friendliest and least scared of humans. The owner of our apartment’s husband described him thus – “He’s my favourite, no dick, very smart!”
Here’s Champagne. Did you know when they spay a cat they chop a chunk off their ear? I did not. I just thought a hell of a lot of them had been street fighting.
Here’s Mummy (we put lots of imagination into these names!!) and her 4 kittens. We only saw the kittens after about 4 days. They hid in the bushes and only came out when she called them, so we made sure we fed her a lot so she could look after them.
This little one was the only kitten who had the guts to come out from behind that fence. It was definitely the runt of the litter and made a good attempt to eat that dry food, even – I hope you’re not eating while reading this – throwing up half way through, reingesting the throw up and eating away again. Niiiice. I doubt dry food like this is good for such a tiny kitten but what are you gonna do when you’re the runt and you’re starving?
Indulging the human with the big metal thing she keeps pointing at them.
Here’s Balls. Bet you can’t guess why we named him that? Balls had this worried look on his face all the time and after Buddy, was the most affectionate of the lot. I loved him. Poor little guy was also petrified of the massive alpha-male cat who showed up a couple of times, but to be fair so were the girls.
And this is Jnr. She was a tiny little thing, maybe about four months old, and apparently the only cat who hadn’t carried on the very prevalent local ginger gene. On day one Jnr looked a mess, limp fur, horribly skinny and with god knows what happening round her tail section (I’ll save you the details). By the end of the week she looked almost healthy, so I’m guessing most of their health issues are just to do with starvation. Give them a bit of food for a couple of days and they’re miraculously cured.
Paxos has an animal charity called PAWS. The blue box on the bike is for donations. The cat sitting next to it is I assume just a coincidence. Or clever marketing. Or maybe just a clever cat.
Newborns by the Gaios harbour.
A random cat in Lakka town centre. See how much more well fed the town cats look?
Another harbour cat.
Hanging about at a restaurant is obviously hard work.
The town drunk. Come on mate, at least give yourself a bath.
Ambitions to be a fireman?
So this is actually The Parthenon, not Paxos, but I wanted to include her/him as well. Pretty cool pad.
For more info on Paxos itself, have a read here