The life of the Cats of Amsterdam
I almost can’t believe it, but it has been 4 and half years since I moved from the UK to Amsterdam. FOUR AND A HALF YEARS. Which means that, now, for the majority of my adult life, I have lived in the Netherlands… and still haven’t mastered the language. But, on a brighter note, I’m still as absolutely in love with Holland’s capital city as I was when I moved here all those years ago. (Seriously, I’m almost in shock at this revelation. IT’S SO LONG!) One of the many, many things that contribute to this voracious love for Amsterdam is: shop cats. I assume their presence is to chase away the hoards of mice that occupy every damn building in the city, but they are really the gift that just keeps giving. Like this sleepy little one, hanging out on the laziest of Sundays in its own designated sleeping swing. My heart. I. Can’t. Even.