Yiannis, the nice man who owned the little hillside cottages on Samos (converted peasant hovels really) owned all these lovely little cats and kittens, and they used to scamper about the terrace in the mornings, waiting for us to get up. Of course I made friends with them immediately, and they would come back in the evenings and play, and chase olives and leaves. We would bring little titbits of fish back from our evening meal at the taverna, which of course, made us very popular...
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