Cats are thin on the ground in Guatemala, but I did find a few. First up is Sammy, the resident cat at Nim P’ot, a textile/weaving store in Antigua (their webpage is a virtual museum of local styles of weaving). Sammy, who’s now 13, was deliberately shot by someone when he was three. As a result, one of his front paws is deformed, so he walks with difficulty. He spends his day sleeping on the piles of hupiles, but, I’m told, has no problem limping to his food bowl and litterbox.
Next up is Oreo, who lives on the coffee-and-tea farm and biological reserve of Los Andes, on the side of the volcano Atitlán. Oreo is one of the few cats in Guatemala who has his own bed, but he prefers to lie on a lap, or bask before the traditional wood stove while the cook makes tortillas.
And what would Guatemala Caturday be without a felid weaving? Here’s a cat-themed huipil (I suspect it’s a jaguar):