From the Eyes of an Expatriate Cats, Cats, Cats Marrakech is a city of cats. They are everywhere one can imagine and the city is known for it. Hundreds if not thousands of them are in the Gueliz alone and they can even be seen in places where you least expect them. One can find them on the street, sleeping in corners and doorways, hunting or running down streets and waiting patiently under tables at cafes hoping for a handout. They come in all shapes, sizes and colors. Some are big and some are quite small and thin. But unlike the states, other than serving as a mouse or insect deterrent, they don’t seem to hold the same value or affinity as in the states. I confess that I am an animal lover especially of cats. Whenever I see one no matter where I am, I can’t resist looking at it and oohing and ahhing. They have always captured my attention. Wherever I walk these days I always see them. Depending upon the time of year there may be kittens sitting by shops or running around foraging for food. Many times they hide under cars for safety. Some of them have even become familiar to me in our neighborhood so that I have created names for them to help identify them in conversation. For example a beautiful black-and-white cat I saw for a while in the neighborhood was named BW. Another one which roams the streets by our apartment is called Godzilla. Because of my previous experience with her, the name suits her. There’s another neighborhood cat that’s dirty and disheveled which I call Fluffy. Most of them were born on the street and are quite wild. Many of the cats are mistrustful of humans because of their street life. People may kick them or throw things at them because they don’t want them around which causes them to be fearful. In my early time here our cat, Max ran away for sometime when she was young. She had originally been found outside a home close to a school but was from the street as well. I was broken hearted not knowing what to do. Because of the length of time she was gone we weren’t sure if she would ever come back. After waiting and waiting we decided to try and get another cat. My husband found out that the building Concierge knew of some kittens that had just been born close by. So we decided to go and take a look. What harm could there be I thought. I had done this as a child with my mother. However after we arrived where the kittens were and I tried to look at them, the mother cat was not happy with us and felt that her babies were being threatened. As any mother would do she reacted fiercely to protect her young and decided to make me the target of her anger. She lunged at me with all her might and dug her claws and teeth into my legs. While I was screaming and trying to get her to leave me alone the men around me we’re also trying to get rid of her rid of her. Finally after what seemed to be an eternity I had a chance to escape and ran out the front door. While the mother cat only attacked me for probably two minutes at most, she inflicted a lot of damage to me. What was interesting about the situation was that the cat only attacked me while she left the men alone for some reason. Perhaps she saw me as a greater threat being female. Being we had no way to know if the cat had rabies, my husband quickly whisked me off to the health department that handles rabies for the city so that I could get rabies vaccinations. To Morocco's credit the vaccinations were free and handled in a very professional way. Needless to say I was very grateful to both my husband and the health department. I received a series of injections over several weeks to protect me. In all my years and experience with cats I had never seen a cat behave like that one. It was absolutely terrifying to me. I have since named that cat Godzilla because of how she was and I now try to stay away from her when I see her on the street. While I love animals, especially cats there was a huge lesson in this for me which is that not all cats are the same. It depends on location. I was expecting a different reaction from the cat based on my prior living experience. Cats here for the most part are street animals which have not been domesticated. They may look beautiful and cute and are tempting to pick up, but they can also be quite dangerous. One can’t just assume that they are the same as the cats of one's own country which generally allow one to pet them and pick them up. Since then I have become much more wary of them and generally admire them from a distance. That said I will always be a cat lover no matter where I am.
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From the Eyes of an Expatriate Cats, Cats, Cats Marrakech is a city of cats. They are everywhere one can imagine and the city is known for it. Hundreds if not thousands of them are in the Gueliz alone and they can even be seen in places where you least expect them. One can find them on the street, sleeping in corners and doorways, hunting or running down streets and waiting patiently under tables at cafes hoping for a handout. They come in all shapes, sizes and colors. Some are big and some are quite small and thin. But unlike the states, other than serving as a mouse or insect deterrent, they don’t seem to hold the same value or affinity as in the states. I confess that I am an animal lover especially of cats. Whenever I see one no matter where I am, I can’t resist looking at it and oohing and ahhing. They have always captured my attention. Wherever I walk these days I always see them. Depending upon the time of year there may be kittens sitting by shops or running around foraging for food. Many times they hide under cars for safety. Some of them have even become familiar to me in our neighborhood so that I have created names for them to help identify them in conversation. For example a beautiful black-and-white cat I saw for a while in the neighborhood was named BW. Another one which roams the streets by our apartment is called Godzilla. Because of my previous experience with her, the name suits her. There’s another neighborhood cat that’s dirty and disheveled which I call Fluffy. Most of them were born on the street and are quite wild. Many of the cats are mistrustful of humans because of their street life. People may kick them or throw things at them because they don’t want them around which causes them to be fearful. In my early time here our cat, Max ran away for sometime when she was young. She had originally been found outside a home close to a school but was from the street as well. I was broken hearted not knowing what to do. Because of the length of time she was gone we weren’t sure if she would ever come back. After waiting and waiting we decided to try and get another cat. My husband found out that the building Concierge knew of some kittens that had just been born close by. So we decided to go and take a look. What harm could there be I thought. I had done this as a child with my mother. However after we arrived where the kittens were and I tried to look at them, the mother cat was not happy with us and felt that her babies were being threatened. As any mother would do she reacted fiercely to protect her young and decided to make me the target of her anger. She lunged at me with all her might and dug her claws and teeth into my legs. While I was screaming and trying to get her to leave me alone the men around me we’re also trying to get rid of her rid of her. Finally after what seemed to be an eternity I had a chance to escape and ran out the front door. While the mother cat only attacked me for probably two minutes at most, she inflicted a lot of damage to me. What was interesting about the situation was that the cat only attacked me while she left the men alone for some reason. Perhaps she saw me as a greater threat being female. Being we had no way to know if the cat had rabies, my husband quickly whisked me off to the health department that handles rabies for the city so that I could get rabies vaccinations. To Morocco's credit the vaccinations were free and handled in a very professional way. Needless to say I was very grateful to both my husband and the health department. I received a series of injections over several weeks to protect me. In all my years and experience with cats I had never seen a cat behave like that one. It was absolutely terrifying to me. I have since named that cat Godzilla because of how she was and I now try to stay away from her when I see her on the street. While I love animals, especially cats there was a huge lesson in this for me which is that not all cats are the same. It depends on location. I was expecting a different reaction from the cat based on my prior living experience. Cats here for the most part are street animals which have not been domesticated. They may look beautiful and cute and are tempting to pick up, but they can also be quite dangerous. One can’t just assume that they are the same as the cats of one's own country which generally allow one to pet them and pick them up. Since then I have become much more wary of them and generally admire them from a distance. That said I will always be a cat lover no matter where I am.

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