Already in Split we noticed how many cats (and to a lesser extent dogs) there are roaming the city. They sit anywhere they please, barely interact with people (until Elaine starts bribing them with cheese) and let their photo be taken calmly. The doggie below was remarkable: it was sitting at the entryway to an alley by 8:30 in the morning when we went to find breakfast, and every time we came past there it was still sitting there attentively.
This cat in Mostar saw us eating meat. Lots of meat. Which clearly merited its attention.
These cats we branded the drunken sailors. They were clearly sleeping something off, and they did so at the harbor, so….