This is an essay dedicated to all who love cats as much as I do. Whenever I think of stray cats, I remember cities with ports, like Istanbul or even Rome, where people say cats exist in greater numbers to help exterminate mice. But I never imagined this was going to be such a typical scene on the streets of every city in Israel.
The first time I went to Artis was wintertime. Dry leaves, empty, rainy, a bit sad, and the restaurant was closed. But the flamingos lining around a lake warmed my soul and it was exactly what I needed on that cold Sunday afternoon. Flamingos: I never thought I was going to find these animals so gracious in person.