One of the high lights of our trip to Calabria was meeting Karen in Badolato. For 11 years she has cared for the stray cats in this most beautiful hill-top town of Badolato where we stayed for one week. Right now, 18 cats of all shapes and sizes walk down the steep, narrow roads at exactly 8:30 AM and 6 PM to dine at Karen's.. Part of their agreement is that they have all been spayed, but it's worth it--a scoop of dry and a big tablespoon of wet at each meal awaits them. She has no pictures of them dining al fresco, but it reminded me of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs--18 assorted china plates lined up in a row and 18 polite cats enjoying their meals.
No need to look for iguana meals anymore, so next to her house, many of her friends nap in little suspended flower pots or stretch out in the sun. (They sure don't want to miss a meal--though anyone who lives with cats knows that actually never happens!)
Now that we're back in Vermont, I'll visit my 18 friends and Karen on the website Gatti di Badolato.
I want to make sure I don't miss the adventures of Bob (nickname for Cowboy Bob because he is bowlegged.