Cats
One of the things that always break my heart when on holiday in Gran Canaria is all the homeless cats. It just hurts to watch them and knowing they have no one who feeds them, cares for them and loves them.
One day as I was just about to lay down for my siesta I heard miaoing outside the door. Our apartment was on the 2nd floor so I thought “it can’t be”, but when I opened the door a black and white cat walked in as if it owned the place. It looked pleased go finally find a door that would open. And it broke my heart having to turn it around and put it outside again.
There were signs all over this hotel telling us not to feed the cats, and I had to respect that.
On earlier trips down here when there hasn’t been any signs and we’ve lived on the ground floor I have been know to feed the cats with ham. Some might argue “but what about when you leave and the cat has gotten used to you feeding it?” Well, we’re usually there for one week, I don’t think the cat will forget how to fend for itself in one week anyway – and at least I know it will be fed during those days.
The cat that tried to move in with us had a red collar, I checked it, but there was no name of cat or owner – but I can still hope that the collar somehow indicated that someone actually owned that cat, and that it would eventually find its way home.
One day as I was just about to lay down for my siesta I heard miaoing outside the door. Our apartment was on the 2nd floor so I thought “it can’t be”, but when I opened the door a black and white cat walked in as if it owned the place. It looked pleased go finally find a door that would open. And it broke my heart having to turn it around and put it outside again.
There were signs all over this hotel telling us not to feed the cats, and I had to respect that.
On earlier trips down here when there hasn’t been any signs and we’ve lived on the ground floor I have been know to feed the cats with ham. Some might argue “but what about when you leave and the cat has gotten used to you feeding it?” Well, we’re usually there for one week, I don’t think the cat will forget how to fend for itself in one week anyway – and at least I know it will be fed during those days.
The cat that tried to move in with us had a red collar, I checked it, but there was no name of cat or owner – but I can still hope that the collar somehow indicated that someone actually owned that cat, and that it would eventually find its way home.
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