Dancing and another kitten

Last Monday was the first Greek Dancing class of the year at a taverna in the old village at the top of the hill.  Paul actually joined me and we had a fun hour tripping over each over trying to remember the steps.  Everyone usually takes it all far too seriously so Paul managed to lighten proceedings adding various extra moves and banging his head against the brick wall when it wasn't quite coming together!  He seems to have a new fan in an attractive Scandinavian looking chic called Stephanie!  Hopefully she's going home soon....either that or he'll find himself cooling off in the harbour!! Never mind, I can console myself by holding on to the muscular shoulders of my favourite dancer :))

Would you believe it....we rescued yet another kitten the other day.  We were happily sunbathing at our local beach when we became aware of a mewing, crying sound from nearby.  At first I thought it was a bird but Paul was convinced it was a cat.  Other people started taking notice and a few went to investigate, including one of the taverna owners wife.  She leant into the undergrowth at the top of the beach and came out with a tiny kitten bellowing it's head off.  For something so small it made one hell of a racket!  She disappeared into the taverna with it so I was hopeful that she was going to adopt it.  Unfortunately 5 mins later she re-appeared and took it right up to the top of the steps above the beach.  All was quiet for another half an hour and then we could hear the crying again.  We both decided to investigate so went toward the steps.  Paul thought the noise was coming from the closest rental rooms but I carried on to the top of the steps.  The crying was louder and more pitiful and I suddenly saw a huge crow pecking and pecking at something in the grass in a fenced off garden.  To my horror it was the kitten!  I managed to shoo off the crow and was convinced the kitten was dead as it was on it's back with it's little feet in the air and it's eyes wide open.  I called to it and thankfully it moved and came unsteadily over to the railings, close enough for me to pick it up.  Goodness knows how but he seemed totally unharmed although very shocked and scared as he was panting and spitting at me.  We couldn't leave this one so I took it down to Patitiri to find the local head of the animal protection outfit on the island with 'Tiger' bellowing all the way!  I didn't find Julia but luckily one of the ladies in the office said she had a cat with kittens of a similar age so I suggested she adopt him....she thought for a moment and said "I will do it!" (although she was slightly worried about her fathers reaction!!).  Unfortunately she couldn't take him for 3 hours as she was working so I had to take him back to the apartment.  We spent a happy, if noisy, few hours getting tuna all over the floor, my dress and the sofa but hey!  He eventually went to sleep, first on my lap and then on Pauls. We finally took him to meet his new family....a Siamese looking cat with 3 very light kittens, so he'll blend right in....not! She was a bit wary at first but happily seemed to accept him when the milk bar was open.  I spent ten minutes trying to get him to get the hint and find a nipple and he finally got the message.  We left him happily paddling and suckling on his new mum with his new family. (and no I don't mean me!!!!)