This one’s quite sad.
I am writing these blogs retrospectively using my log book and pictures as an aide memoire to allow me to accurately back date the posts to the correct time and date.
This is Buster a wee cracker of a cat, well he’s actually quite big but he’s a softy. He was bullied by a big Ginger Tom, who thankfully seems to have moved on.
He was the cat that one of the vacation renters had left loads, and I mean loads, of cat food for. We used to feed him it regularly.
He was very vociferous and you could hear him calling for his breakfast outside if it was his chosen day for a visit. It was great to hear. He was very affectionate and Lily loved him, although she was a little minx. She would run out to kiss him each morning but she would also swipe him every now and again. He just tolerated her antics. They used to disappear for the day and come back at tea time.
He wasn’t allowed in the house, although he did manage it once or twice, and would just hunker down like a spoilt child not wanting to be moved out again lol.
Louise & I agreed that had this been our house or we knew we were going to settle semi permanently in Greece we would gladly have adopted him, but the boat unfortunately wouldn’t have been possible or even fair on him.
I had to go home to Scotland, (Louise remained in Greece) at the end of March for my 1st Covid jab and that unfortunately was the last time we have seen him. It’s now 25th May 2021
You hear stories that cats turn up months later, or they simply have found a better place to stay. I like to think & hope the latter and that someone, somewhere is taking care of Buster.














A special wee animal.