Bulgaria II

In Bulgaria there are loads of cats and dogs without any owner. And even if they do have owners they are sometimes left on their own for a long time.

In the house I was staying there was one cat, informally called the President since he ruled the house. Curling up outside in the cold were the neighbours cats, left all alone. Except for when I was out there having a smoke, cuddling them.

The dad in the house tried to show me how manly he was by scaring the cats away from the terrace with a broom, only to go around the corner and feed same cats when he thought nobody saw. Sweet!