I love cats. All colours, sizes, temperaments. I once did a post called Cats of Jordan, because when I returned home I realized I had many photos of cats. It happened to me again on my most recent trip. In multiple cities in Italy, the cats caught my attention.
Some places have stray dogs lying all over the place when you explore. I remember the dogs of Egypt. Some places have stray cats everywhere.
On our third day in Italy we went to Santa Fiora, another gorgeous Tuscany town on top of a rocky outcropping. We climbed up there and found more cats.
I don’t have photos of cats for the next few days, but then, in a famous bookstore in Venice, I found them again. A bookstore cat always brings me a smile.
In our very last hours in Italy, a final cat came into view. This one was running a hustle. He came up to us gently, and sweetly asked for some love. The more we gave, the more bold it became, asking for more attention. The ruse became clear when the seafood arrived at our tables. The cat became impolite and meowed and aggressively tried to get at the food. I shook my head at myself, knowing it was my own fault for letting the silly cat trick me.
I wonder how many other kinds of animals hang around tourist spots and beg. Seagulls beg for food. And sadly, I recall deer begging also. Are there any monkeys that do this? Burros? I’ll keep traveling and find out.