The pussycats in Cuba mean business.
These two, like so many others, hung around the tourist feeding places and waited for the visitors to take pity on them.
They were friendly enough in that stand-offish way a cat that doesn't know you has. However, they knew how to beg and did well at it.
They roamed from leg to leg brushing, mewling, and when they had your attention looking plaintive and a little edgy. I wondered sometimes if I didn't feed them, then what would they do?
I never mustered the courage nor froze my heart enough to try.
