Dinner Guests

One of the first things we noticed were the cats, firstly the one that tried to join me for breakfast, on the table, if I'd let it.  They make the Blonde One look big, have fine coats, and don't make much noise.  They do, however, seem to have a sense that they have every right to be part of any establishment and made themselves at home during every mealtime.  My attempts to shoo one away were met by strong opposition and a very good return serve for one so small.  The waiter kindly provided his squirty bottle for us to be on cat patrol when we were in the restaurant on our own;  it appears he didn't trust us when there were other guests there.  The locals are quite accepting of them and they become neighbourhood cats, fed by everyone and owned by no-one.