Bavaria: Meet The Kitties

I’m not the only Bavarian whose prime motivation in life is FOOD. Which is just as well, because, for the past two weeks, I’ve been desperate to introduce my favourite village cats to my blog readers. And while cakes don’t mill around and are easy to snap at a favourable angle, fidgety felines pose a much greater challenge. So, I thought, let’s try and entice them with treats to get a few passable mug shots.

First up is Mausi. She belongs to my Mum’s neighbours. Although she’s 18 and getting a bit stiff, she still chases after people for a scratch and slinks through half-open doors on the scrounge for tasty tidbits. Here she is in my Mum’s kitchen:

‘Keen’ would be an understatement…

“You made me look ridiculous in that last photo, didn’t you?!?”

Toby, my friend Corinna’s cat. He’s less interested in the treat than he is suspicious of the camera… which is strange, seeing as he’s 17 and has probably encountered one before. But don’t be deceived by his apparent grumpiness – he’ll collapse at your feet in a sweet purry mess at the first opportunity.

Schnuff, Toby’s best friend and partner in crime. He’s not allowed in the house, so he sits as close to the back door as he can get, waiting for his goodies.

Yup, it’s going in.

Seppi, my friend Peggy’s cat. We’re taking him to the vets this morning, and he knows it. Seppi is 14 and blind, though you could never tell.

Oh so handsome – and very sweet natured 🙂

Terracotta kitty on a garage roof