A while back, the internal courtyard next to Órgiva’s fishmongers was suddenly emptied of cats. After buying some gambas we’d always take a peak at the throng of moggies behind the glass – a bit like Clarice Starling approaching Hannibal Lecter in his cell – only with lots of miaowing instead of the sucking of teeth.
They were a beautiful bunch, all different ages, sizes and fluffiness. Today two had returned; they stared back at us, no doubt hoping for a fish tit-bit. Here they are (click image to enlarge).
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