I dug into the archives again for this week’s photo. This goes back to March 23, 2010, when Rose and I were still living in Myrtle Beach. We often went to a place called Murrell’s Inlet where they had several restaurants and shops. Usually, we ate at a place called Creek Ratz where we sat outside. If you click on the link you can see how nice it is there and, judging by the website, it is almost exactly as I remember it.
Anyway, while eating at Creek Ratz we were often met by a stray cat that hung out at the restaurant. Perhaps he made his rounds to all the restaurants.
I had a habit of ordering the chicken salad, which was essentially a salad with several chicken strips along the top. I always ate the salad and gave the chicken to the cat. Occasionally the cat wasn’t around and I would be disappointed like it was the cat I was going there for, even though the food and the atmosphere were outstanding. I guess the cat just made it extra special.
Bad Cat Chris 
That was nice of you to share with the kitty.
Thanks. That cat wasn’t starving so I think there were many nice people there. If I was a stray, that would be the perfect place to hang out.
Hope the kitty actually had a home and just “mooched” from restaurant patrons!
Hugs, Pam
I don’t think there were any homes nearby. If I remember right, the staff there knew him well and looked out for him.
What a good looking cat.
Reminds me of someone I know. 🙂
That sweet kitty enjoyed meal time. The menu looks good too!
The chicken was much better than cat food. Not that I have eaten cat food.
That cat looks like a torpedo!
🙂
My human loves visiting places with resident cats!
Me too. I like it when the staff look out for strays. I was at a hotel once where the porters knew about the two stray cats that came around and helped take care of them, probably under the nose of management.
Myrtle Beach .. ah, at first I thought, which coincidence, but then I checked – the awesome person behind the vet-blog I am following (Memoirs of a Country Vet) had his childhood spent in Myrtle Point, Oregon. Not in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.
Very different. 🙂