The date was the last week of October 2012, the place was Palio Trikeri Island, off the extreme tip of the Pelion Peninsular in Greece.
The setting was the restaurant that I featured in yesterday’s post.
Apart from a couple that appeared to be on a walking holiday we appear to be the only other tourists on the island this late in the season. We have just enjoyed a fabulous lunch, in fact I found a fish dish that is beyond divine.
But just because there were not other human customers present, doesn’t mean to say that we were alone.
During our meal we attracted the attention of some of the local wildlife, I’m not too certain if they were greedy local house pets or feral , but no sooner had our meals been carried to the table than we were joined by some of the neighbourhood cats. Of course cats adore fish, and after tasting my delicious meal I couldn’t blame them from coming to beg for part of the action.
So… what was unusual about a cat coming smooching in the hope of a little lunch? nothing, except that I’ve never ever been joined by eleven of them at once. That’s right, eleven cats. They were all ages, sizes and colours, three sat demurely at the head of our table, politely staring at our plates but not actually setting foot on the table itself (ugh, they would have gotten short shift if they’s tried that one).
Little Mr tried to feed them small pieces of French fries… these discerning beasts looked at him with faces that clearly said “stupid boy, who wants potato when there is fish such as this as a possibility?”
They waited patiently and gave us their best stares so that the message was perfectly clear what they were really there for.
It was their lucky day, having tried hard to tempt Little Mr. to eat fish off the bone, Himself and I did our parental duty and stuffed ourselves with as much of his portion (as delicious as ours) as we could manage.
There was still plenty left over and we were fit to burst, so Little Mr. amused himself by carefully and patiently separating fish from bones with his fingers and attempting to feed each cat equally. (on the ground).
The bigger, older cats tried hard to muscle in on the action so Little Mr. figured out that preparing multiple portions and distributing to the younger, smaller beasts whilst the older ones were distracted was a technique that worked. I didn’t manage to get all of the cats in a single photograph, some were more tame than others and several were on the ground on the other side of the table and scattered when I moved to try and take a photo. One adorable little grey kitten made himself comfortable on the seafront wall at the end of the next table after he had had his nibbles. If I wasn’t allergic to pet hair I’m certain I could become a cat lady. Sadly we had to tell Little Mr. that no, he couldn’t take it (or any of the others) home with us.