Cats on the beach are cool. I met this one just after December but I didn’t call him Sandy Claws, I called him Kimba
I was in Zanzibar a few years ago for work and met this wild cat. He was pretty cool. Here is an snippet from my book in the making “I put the freq in Africa”:
A wild cat has decided that he wants to be my friend. He is orange and looks like a little cheetah. He meows at me incessantly. I give him some beer and it calms him down. He won’t leave me alone and we talk for a little while. Wild cats are everywhere in Zanzibar. Everywhere. This is the first one that would let me pet him. I dig cats on beaches. Just something extra cool about them. I want to take pictures of him with the setting sun behind him but every time I pose him and back up for the pic he comes towards me. I tell him to stay but he doesn’t listen or he doesn’t understand English and my Swahili is rusty. I now have 20 pictures of his face right in the camera. I give him some more beer and sit down on the beach. He hops into my lap and starts grooming himself. Now I finally get some nice pics of us together. I am happy for the company and the chance to give and receive some affection. The sun is almost all the way down and it is time for us to get moving towards the hotel. I pick up my new friend who I am now calling “Kimba” and go back to my group. We sit at the table while everyone is finishing their drinks. Kimba realizes that we are leaving and that he is not going with us. He gives me a little nip and we dissolve our friendship. No more sitting on my lap. He didn’t draw blood but I realize that it is pretty stupid to be playing with wild animals in a third world country regardless of how bad I miss mine back home.
More pics can be seen here:
September 17th, 2007 at 12:07 pm
Cool story (and photos), Michael.
September 17th, 2007 at 5:10 pm
Not by me. It’s by BorisKafka, we’re getting that error where the author is not showing up on the permalinks.
September 17th, 2007 at 11:54 pm
cool. Thanks for fixing it!