I arrived in Corfu full of good intentions for not getting attached
to any cats/kittens, as I always get upset at the way they're
treated out there, no disrespect to any Greeks that may read this.  So
I arrive at our hotel, and guess what's
waiting in reception for me? Yeah, a beautiful tiny kitten about 7-
9 weeks old, white with ginger markings and tail, and a limp! B/f
was convinced that she was putting on the limp especially for me but
she wasn't, she'd been injured and had found her way into a
(relatively) friendly Greek place, where at least she got fed after
a fashion. The fashion being the family pet, a dog called Mr Goofy,
who looks like a cross beagle/labrador but not sure, he had the same
colouring as the kitten, who I named Tiddler. When he got his
meal(scraps, they don't seem to buy pet food out there), he took it
down and fed the kitten - awww I tell you it was soo cute, he thought
she was his puppy or something, was always trying to pick her up and
she'd stand on her back legs and hiss at him for his trouble.

All the English women were fighting over who's knee Tiddler would
sit on each evening, she was thoroughly spoiled, whether she makes
it through the winter though is another matter. She will have to
learn to hunt whatever's going pretty damn fast. God it breaks my
heart every time I go there, they have such different attitudes. We
even saw beautiful dogs that had been dumped by their owners, and
they treat the cats just as pest catchers/tourist attractions in the
summer, and leave them behind in the winter when they leave the resorts
to fend for themselves. Apparently the vets charge a fortune for
neutering so they don't/can't do it with the strays - I've heard
English vets sneak in once a year or so and fix as many as they can - I
was told but don't know if it's true that they don't approve of
neutering cos of religious beliefs, but I've heard that about Catholic
countries too and I find it hard to
believe.

I got home and Otis, spoilt brat that he is, was up to his usual
begging tricks, even though he'd been fed and visited by 3 different
slaves and truly pampered, one of my friends just dropped in to give
him a cuddle. I told him he doesn't know he's born by comparison, but
he just looked at me with those big soulful eyes, and I caved!  The
sickest thing I saw this time was stuffed cat toys, that really look
like real cats, probably cos they are covered in what suspiciously
looked like cat fur.  Doesn't make sense, if you don't like cats, why
would you want a stuffed pretend one?  

Marcia