Those who came to visit......

This is Gizmo, our most loyal, feline friend, who visited several times a day for milk and was frequently seen leading tourists to our location at the harbour. Soggy tea bag holder became her milk saucer and the door mat was her bed.I have to say that I shed a tear when we departed and hope that she quickly found another sucker to love her.

Nancy has to be  the mother of almost every hound in Katelios. . Any dog with a brown and white coat, a white star on its head and sporting an ultra long tail, will probably be related. She was gentle and obedient and never ventured on to the doorstep. She just waited patiently for a treat, which always came, because we knew that she had yet another litter concealed further along the beach

Three little ducks from the pond are we ...with apologies to Gilbert and Sullivan. They waddled across to quack hello, until the day they caught the smell of fowl of another species cooking on the griddle, and were never seen again!!

A camping-car guard dog.His owners used to go down to surf the waves at Cap Breton and he barked until he was hoarse, that is, until we discovered that he liked to lick ice-cream from a cornet. Problem solved!

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Look into my eyes and love me.....so we did for 7 hours!! We had only stopped for lunch, when we saw her wriggle through the partially open window of a huge RV and tumble to the ground.Being concerned that she might scamper off and be run over, we two softies, or should that be soft touches, fed her stale bread and

milk,walked her on a make shift lead around the lake and generally dog sat until her owners returned.

The campsite at Fusina must have been the runway for swans returning from Venice, as we frequently saw them taking off and landing not far from our door.

I will not dwell on the sad tale of the four kittens, suffice to say that only this little chap survived.