Kitties rule in Marrakech. They bumble around in alleyways, wait patiently under butcher counters, and cat nap soundly on doorsteps, always indifferent to the chaos around them.
Such was the case with these little guys, who became part of our daily routine during our recent trip to Morocco.
Indeed, every morning, we’d walk down the alley of our riad (the hotel-like house where we stayed), coming across certain inevitable sights before ever reaching the main chicken-selling, vegetable-hawking, meat-cutting thoroughfare. There was the same snoozing lady, nestled beneath an awning and buried under swathes of colorful fabric; a glue-sniffing fella (yes, you read that right), who’d consistently sway his way between walls, eventually ducking out of sight into a awkwardly short door (no joke, this happened everyday); and then these kitties, reliably cuddling on a cement perch behind the safety of iron beams. I’m not a cat person, but seriously? Stupidly cute, right?
You would think that Marrakech must be litter-box deep in a cat population out of control, when, in fact, the excessive kitties actually keep a potential rodent population under control (or so told us someone from the riad staff). So, what might initially seem like a nuisance – a country in desperate need of a Bob Barker-style fix-your-kitty campaign – is actually killing two birds…err mice?….with one, um, stone. Make that feline. No wait, make that lots of felines. Anyway, I don’t know about you guys, but I’ll take loads of cats over rats any day.
Stray animals aside, I’m fresh off my trip to Morocco, which was fresh off my trip to the US, which means that now I’m countless iced cafés away from fully catching up. I hope to bring you all a more thorough update on my travels next week. Until then, I don’t know, be sure to “have your pets spayed or neutered.” Or not.