We didn’t see many dogs in Morocco, but cats were everywhere. It was rare to walk down an alley in Marrakech and not see at least one cat, either observing from the shadows, or lying on someone’s door step. They also knew where all the restaurants were. These cats choose a particularly quiet alley to sleep off the hot part of the day. 

If I had to come back to life as a cat, I would want to live in a fishing town. The cats in Essaouira really had it made, and it showed. None of them were skinny. They were regular guests when we dined on grilled fish in the port area. This one apparently decided to take a nap until dinner.