Dearest Rachel –
One of the things I wasn’t expecting at our lodging in Ginosar was that the place is… well, I wouldn’t say overrun, as such, but surprisingly populated with cats. To be sure, the existence of semi-feral cats in a place serves a purpose; we’ve just been dealing with a mouse problem at home, after all. But it is a little odd to see these creatures wandering around, totally indifferent to the presence of the constant flow of guests in and out of the complex.
And yet, some of them catch our attention as we cross paths with them from time to time.
There are a couple of others that we regularly encounter; one orange cat that keeps meowing at us whenever we pass by, so I call him “Loud Boy.” Interestingly enough, when he makes an appearance at the museum, he’s perfectly quiet and well behaved. Go figure.
Finally, there seemed to be a few other occasional visitors with a mottled gray striping to them. They didn’t spend as much time around us, or appear as frequently, so we didn’t figure out anything about their personality, but I figured I’d mention them, as you might spot them in my attempts to film them.
Anyway, that’s all I can put together about them for now, and I’m running out of time here at Ginosar to record it all. Hope you can keep an eye on us while I get everything else together, honey, and wish me luck with the process; I can just tell that I’m going to need it.
Letters to Rachel 