Of Cats and Dogs Many of you already know Tábata, who came into our lives at the office just last year, precisely as we celebrated our October anniversary (Oct. 26th). She was a rescue dog. Since then, the routine has been more or less the same with a few variations here and there; we get to work, take a walk around Plaza del Camarón, I order fruit from downstairs, we go up to the office and Tábata runs over to greet Plinio (first, always), then Sami, Daniel, Maribel, Dan, etc.. Sometimes she plays hostess as she’s somewhat restless; love at first sight after she’s barked at you. Yet, today on our walk something out of the ordinary occurred; Tábata came across four kittens. Beyond a hunter’s instinct, as I imagined she would bark and growl as she usually does, she did quite the opposite. She smelled one out, somewhere in the grass, picked up her snout and got a whiff of the air before finding the other three
in a corner. I don’t know how, but before I knew it she had the four kittens together and was sniffing them over, one by one. A larger dog came by, slowly, curiously, to which Tábata responded with defensive barking, with the kittens behind her. I was looking all around to see if I could spot the mother cat, somewhere watchful in the distance. But, nothing. Well, nothing besides a number of dogs meandering through the plaza. “I think a woman came over and dropped them there,” said a man. “I saw her crouch down and then the kittens were there. I imagine she knew someone would find them.” I looked at him skeptically; Tábata hadn’t left their side. “Let’s go Tábata, turn around,” I instructed. We hadn’t even begun our walk. But she wouldn’t move. I pulled on the leash, but she pulled back with resistance, which was odd because she…