Photo Essay: Balkats

Balkats, you know.. Balkans + cats. The Balkans are crawling with cats, and if you know me well, you know that means that I squealed and chased after them each time I saw one.

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I gave them each names based on where I’d seen them–Croatia Kitty, Rector Cat, Church Kitty, Montenegro Cat, etc.

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When I was growing up, I had this enormous orange cat named Max. He was the sweetest animal I’ve probably ever had. The kind that my three-year-old sister would carry around by his neck and he’d just hang out like it didn’t even matter. So, when I was in Dubrovnik and spotted the orange cat in the photos below, I instantly fell in love. Every night (for 10 nights), he was in the same spot at the Rector’s Palace, and every night I went to visit him and love up on him. He was the friendliest kitty, eager for my scratches, purring as I kissed his wee head. I kept threatening to stash him in my bag and bring him stateside, but I don’t think customs would’ve allowed that, sadly. (Plus, I think he belonged to someone, as he was wearing a collar.)

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When I was in Italy a few years ago, I was surprised at the number of stray gatti strutting the streets of Rome. But Rome’s got nothing on the Balkans for their number of cats. Local restaurant workers were even tossing them seafood for dinner! Best-fed cats ever?

Anyway, I figured we needed a dose of cuteness around here. And everyone loves cats, right?

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Author: Megan

Megan is an ordinary girl who outgrew her small town and decided to try the world on for size. She's on a mission to travel, photograph, and write about the world.

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