bazaar kitty

Continuing with last month’s visit to Morocco…boy oh boy are there a lot of cats wandering the streets of Moroccan cities. Most seem mangy, neglected, and mutilated (lots of mangled feet, missing eyes, torn ears), though not exactly wild. And they serve a valuable public service; trash control seems indifferent at best, and I’d imagine the rat situation would quickly spin out of control if it weren’t for the cat population (I never saw vermin of any kind, actually, despite the mounds of garbage). Anyhow, this little guy napping in the bazaar in Marrakesh’s Jewish quarter seemed a bit cleaner and more domesticated than most of the felines we saw.

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