A funny thing happened during our meal. One cat at first, and then another, appeared on the restaurant’s terrace and moseyed over to our table. Marrakech is filled with feral cats, so their presence wasn’t a mystery. But both of them came right up to me—only me—and stared until I gave them some food (which of course I did because I couldn’t help myself ). Cats would single me out for the rest of the week, wherever we went. It became a running joke that I was their master. So maybe that was my role: pleaser of people and of stray cats.
