Moggies of Malta

While I sort through the hundreds of photos from our recent trip to Malta I’m sharing a few posts with snapshots of generic themes that I like to look out for.
As catless cat-lovers, we couldn’t help but notice a lot of moggies* wandering about. None wore collars and I assume most were feral, though occasionally there were signs of them being looked after with bowls of water and food left on the street, and even some special shelters. The signs also suggest the cats were cared for even if they weren’t anyone’s beloved pets.
*A moggie is a British term for a cat, specifically a mixed breed or non-pedigree animal.









Some of the cats seemed to have to work for a living, even if they ended up sleeping on the job.





The only cats I know for sure had a home are these three gingers in the garden at St Catherine’s Monastery in Valletta where I am told they are looked after by the nuns. Apparently the one in the plant pot sleeps there every day.



Finally, cats in art! The bench, by Manuel Farrugia, is in the square at Ghajnsielem in Gozo and represents old and new ways of communicating. An elderly couple from the past chat face to face while a young girl of today communicates with the world through her phone. The observer is invited to sit between the figures for a photograph, which I did – I’m copying the girl by holding my phone. You can tell the cat belongs to the older era because the woman’s basket contains fish!



The mural is in Valletta, and if you open the gallery you might be able to spot a real cat in the photo (underneath the car). And last, but not least, Companions by Joe Smith is part of an outdoor photographic exhibition near Valletta’s City Gate in which Concetta, a widow, holds her very large cat. This one is definitely well looked after.
More snapshots coming soon.

interesting snapshots from your wanders in Malta, Anabel!
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Thanks Sue!
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I come back from shopping and find a wonderful post about Maltese moggies! I love cats and this has really made me smile. The first one looks really sweet and the Ghajnsielem cat has a similar colouring to Mouse. I love ‘slow’ signs with no punctuation, they always amuse me whatever the creature is.
There’s an outlying area of my town which became a small town in its own right in 1974 and anyone born and brought up there will refer to moggies as being mice. Back in my late teens I got friends with a girl who came from there, I had two cats at the time and could never understand why her dad insisted that moggies were mice!
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We loved meeting all these cats, though they were mostly indifferent to us – apart from the first one who was very interested in the ham on John’s sandwich. Calling cats mice is just weird!
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We are also catless cat lovers, so I really enjoyed your post!
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We have had cats in the past but decided not to replace the last one. Too tying! Also, too heart-breaking when the final trip to the vets comes along …
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We felt the same after Charlie died.
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Saying farewell as a pet goes to sleep for the last time is heartbreaking, but “’Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all,” That’s what I comfort myself with.
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You are right, but all the same – it was years before I stopped seeing a little black shape out of the corner of my eye.
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