Skopolos = cat land

Raisin

Grapes

Socks

Funny face

Ambush!

Clean feet

Holidayed on the Greek island of Skopolos - an island where you can't walk two meters without seeing another gorgeous cat. I was like a Pied Piper to the cats (mainly due to having a bag of cat biscuits on me at all times) and I made many a good friend, including two 'they could be models!' kittens who lived at our apartment. They didn't stop hissing at me - ferels! - but on the last day one sat on my foot and after I left our door open at night one slept on our chair and another behind the microwave. I'd made a breakthrough. But I miss them so much. It breaks my heart.