As a cat enthusiast I was immediately drawn to observing the lives of Mazzano’s feline population. Architecturally the village’s medieval town structure is an absolute paradise for them, cats tend to naturally be drawn to irregular shaped rooms and spaces which the town offers them plenty. In fact I remember reading about a study which concluded that cats seem to be most uncomfortable in square or round spaces where there is no obvious spatial hierarchy to draw them towards a certain spot. The different street levels and rooftops also offer a perfect environment for climbing and jumping while certain door frames seem to work as unintentional scratching posts. A hole punched through a door offers an ideal play spot to stick your paws through. A certain sunny part of a rooftop next to our flat seems to be the place to be for afternoon naps with all the kitties hanging around the small square squeezing themselves in between the roof tiles in uncomfortable looking poses. Other popular napping spots include the bins around he village where we have often found our fluffy friends in the mornings.
The locals also have their own spots to leave cat food and sometimes even pasta out which seems to be the main source of food for true cats, even though they are mostly at least semi feral and I have noticed them being very capable of hunting their own prey, perhaps they are simply too lazy to do it however. The lizards crawling around seem to end up as some type torture toys rather than snacks. Water is readily available at the drinking foundations that are used by both the people and the cats.
We have also observed the complicated social politics between the different cats, there seems to be obvious families or packs that only operate at certain locations. He hierarchy between them is quite strict, a white coated male with a black spot on his little head seems to be the leader of the ones around our house, however, a foreign looking tabby comes around every now and then to put him in his places. This tabby seems to be at the absolute
top of the food chain since everyone else runs away every time he does his lap around he old town with some violent noises echoing the alleyways. The only exception seems to be a black and white fellow who is blind in one eye that even the cat king doesn’t seem to mind hanging out around his block. This blind cat seems to be an exception to most of the social rules, perhaps he gets some kind of amnesty due to his obvious disability, which seems very fair. We have also noticed a pair of twins with the exact same coat patterns that we originally thought of as one cat until we saw them napping on our staircase together, how fun! Another day we also found a litter of kittens stashed away in a quiet nook of the village new Carla’s bar which was a happy surprise.