Cats, cats everywhere. There were blacks ones and white ones and ones with a little yellow on them and they all looked like they owned the place and they all seemed just the same.

None seemed to be owned by anyone yet they all appeared to be looked after by the locals. During my exploration of the old Medina I found little bowls of food and water in tucked away nooks.

One thing I did note however is that none of these stray cats had morphed into the oversize wildlife killers we see in Australian strays. I guess there’s not much wildlife in Marrakesh if you don’t include the tourists.

I did find it a little strange to find cats here and not dogs but I guess it makes sense. Cats are both bold and polite and integrate seamlessly in the bustle of Marrakech life.