Waiting for "Viola"...

Those who know me well enough know that i like cats very much. I am what you'd call a Cat Person. In fact, one of my first photos walking as i was a 2 year-old was that of me running after a big fluffy cat. Cats and i, therefore, share a historical relation, as ultra-Nationalists around this neck of the wood may put it.

I had a cat at our house all along my life, except for 3 months before the 2003 War, and then this tradition was restored. Unfortunately, there is a cut in this tradition when i am in Sulaimaniya. Over there, there are very few cats, perhaps because there are no gardens, or maybe because it's a mountainous city, but the latter reason may not be right because Amman has more mountains, and there are many cats there. 

Anyhow, there was a cat that used to visit the residence where i live in Sulaimaniya, and friends mentioned that she used to come pretty often (while i was in Baghdad). I have seen her a couple of times and was able to snap a photo or two of her. I kept hoping that she could be somehow domesticated one way or another, but i admit failing at this. I even tried "Wara psheela" which is the Kurdish for "Here kitty" a couple of times, but it didn't work. 

However, i have given her a name which is "Viola", which is from one of Shakespeare's plays. 

This time, while i am in Sulaimaniya, i didn't see Viola, but i was told about her route, and i put a piece of cheese right on her passage, hoping that she would come and grab a bite over there. She hasn't come as of yet, and i keep waiting and waiting for that psheela to show up. 

I hope that waiting for Viola would not be something like Waiting for Godot !