Every afternoon on the north slope path to the Acropolis a man plays flute to call the stray cats for dinner. Passersby can drop a coin or two towards the cats’ food. (I don’t know if some cash may go to the flautist’s meals but I’m glad if it does.) The cats flock to him and wrap around his legs or the less shy ones soak up the strokes from strangers. He introduces each by name.
Across the path a “community dog” sleeps in the shade. She’s heavily pregnant and looks hot in her shaggy golden retriever coat. Her water bowl is full and there’s food for her too. Athens still has a handful of dogs left that are cared for by neighbourhoods. They’re older dogs, wear collars and wander harmlessly and, I hope, unharmed. Due to technical issues (darn) I couldn’t take a photo of the man and the cats but here’s a scratchy drawing.