I found this on my computer yesterday; I hadn’t seen it for years, and thought I’d post it.
I love Greece and have been there several times, including spending nearly three years when I was aged 5-7 (my father was an Army officer stationed in Athens). About ten years ago I went to the Peloponnese (the southern “island”, cut off from the mainland by the Corinth Canal) for a month’s vacation. It was a swell trip, especially since it was mid-September and the tourists had mostly gone but the water was still warm.
One of the bonuses of Grecian travel is, of course, the profusion of kittehs, which are everywhere—especially near the sea where they can get fish scraps. This shows you what a softy I am, but when I travel there I always carry a box of dry catfood in my daypack, since some of the cats are underfed. While visiting the fantastic site of Mystras near Sparta—a site filled with Byzantine ruins—I came across an active nunnery. While resting my bones on the porch, a cat came out. Then another, then another. The nuns kept cats—hungry ones! I pulled out my box of cat food, and the rest is history.
Ο Θεός να ευλογεί τις γάτες!