As far back as I could remember I always wanted to be a stray cat. My name is Vassilissa, although I hear the Fanny Packs call me “Awww” , and I’m the luckiest cat on Santorini.
I get pet wherever I go.
I sleep where ever I want.
And even after 5 litters, I’m still the most frequently pet cat on the streets.
This is my brother Gus. He spends most of his time waiting in the doorways of cafes anticipating, keeping a constant vigilance of the streets, and waiting to fight for fallen scraps of gyros.
Sometimes Gus comes to me for advice. He’s a smart kitten even though I have to hiss him off my street sometimes. Some call him a little skittish but I’ve seen a Fanny Pack give him a belly rub once.
This is Sylvester. He spends most his time around the hotels waiting for head scratches and bits of salami from his drawn in prey. His eyes are an envy of the south side and he uses them to fish out the gullible Fanny Packs.
He’s very good at what he does.
Tom has a different approach to getting the things he needs.
Tom waits until all the Fanny Packs are distracted by the lowering of the red ball then he slinks behind them and snatches their leftovers.
Artemis starts her search in the night time when all the leftovers are compiled in bags.
Of course, you always have to watch out for Steve. I heard he organized a raid so large half of Fira was left sockless. The canines spend their time in the dump and we only cross paths only when we have to. They think we kiss up to the Fanny Packs too much.
Although we all have different techniques, each of us live on this rock in the water and call it home.