I am heartbroken. I had just written this post about the stray cats of Miraflores today when I received an email from my good friend who has been taking care of my cats Queba & Lestat. He wrote that Queba, my 14-year-old persian past away in his sleep last night 😦
So I’d like to dedicate this next post about the happy cats of Miraflores to my beautiful Queba.
The stray cats of Miraflores.
I stood in Parque Kennedy and was delightfully amazed at the scene before me – healthy un-manged happy cats everywhere, in the park flower beds, up the trees, rubbing their noses and heads on their friendly human neighbours, on sidewalks, in the alley ways, lazing around on the grass where less than half a metre away a flock of birds were grazing – it was spectacular! After having come from India where I saw a lot of animal neglect and heartbreak, this was an extreme breath of welcomed fresh air.
Roy – ‘Its amazing, the council look after the stray cats around here (even medical issues?) oh yes, you see they’re all very healthy looking and very friendly, they don’t cause any problems with the birds because they’re being fed you see, and the people leave them alone, in fact, they enjoy having them around.’
It was true, everywhere you looked there were stray, unstray looking, collarless cats. And they did look healthy, some a little too healthy if you know what I mean (heavy). These kitty cats were very friendly to each other, to the people, and to the native wildlife. . . it was pussy nirvana!
Tiara in Transit 