When my boyfriend first got to this village in Israel, he had one major complaint. Cats. Cats everywhere. Cats near the trash, on the street, at the front door, in the courtyard, everywhere. He is also allergic to these adorable bundles of fluff and purr, so his allergies were really acting up when he first moved in. My friend and housemate Daniel, whose family lives in Israel, also warned me about the, "crazy anorexic cats in Israel."
I didn't really believe either of them. I thought my boyfriend was just being hypersensitive to the appearance of cats due to his cat allergy and Daniel was just making a point. But they're right. Cats are everywhere. Fat cats, skinny cats, kitty cats, black cats...It's like a bad Dr. Seuss book. They roam the streets in this village and stroll down the sidewalks of the nearby shopping center. They meow, and it sort of sound like a child crying. But they're also starved for attention, and food, so they're quick to cuddle. I love this because I'm a crazy cat lady in training, but my boyfriend isn't too keen on the whole situation. All I know is that I can totally dig it if Israel is a country of wandering cats.
I haven't yet had a chance to really leave Neve Shalom, so my perspective on being in Israel so far is sort of skewed. But we're off to Tel Aviv tonight and headed to the north the day after, and I'm really looking forward to getting out of the village. I'll probably see some more cats, and that's perfectly alright with me.
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