Las Terrenas has many hazards to make me cautious. There are zooming motor bikes, irregular sidewalks or the occasional gaping hole in the walk to name a few but I never expected to be injured by a cat.
We had gone out for a birthday dinner Saturday night at a charming beach restaurant in the Pueblo des Pescados. We stood waiting to be shown to a table when, to my astonishment, I felt a sharp pain in the lower part of my calf. I turned around just in time to see tail vanish under the edge of a long white tablecloth. Looking down at my leg there were four puncture wounds with blood oozing from them.
I had stepped on a cat sprawled across the floor where I didn’t see it.
Once seated a lovely young wait person wearing a long white gown knelt in front of me and swabbed the wounds with antiseptic.
Dinner was delicious and I seem to be healing nicely.

The cat was gray and white I was told but I didn’t get a photo. I did get a sweet photo of a mother chicken with her little chicks.

Mama and babies

Mama and babies

One of the dozens of blooming plants outside our door.

One of the dozens of blooming plants outside our door.

It's a hard life. A swim and then a swing

It’s a hard life. A swim and then a swing