so I'm solo backpacking through greece right now which is exciting and boundary-pushing but one thing I've learned is to really keep your eyes and ears open.
the other day I was trekking to some ruins on the far end of an island and as I stopped to admire the view (see pic) I heard some rustling and banging from a big rubbish bin by the side of the road.
Naturally I approached, curious, but as I got closer the banging stopped. When I poked my head over the side, a jet-black four-legged monster with a elongated golden cylinder for a head leapt out to one side, scurried up the wall to the bushes, clanged its head and fell back to the grass behind the bin with a shriek.
this poor cat had gotten an empty tin of pet food stuck round its head, only its ears peaking out, totally unable to see and starting to pant for breath. My heart dropped. As I spoke to it, it gradually calmed to my presence, finally letting me hold onto the can so it could try and pull its head out. With each pull, though, it would claw at the can with its paw, forcing me to drop it, then flying into a panic and scrambling up the wall. We repeated this once, twice, again and again until I figured I could take off my sweater, wrap it around my hand and hold onto the can securely. With one final pull, I caught a glimpse of a frightened little black face disappearing in a flash onto the street behind me.
Wow what a relief. I turned around and saw the cat gently padding down the road, perhaps wounded in spirit but otherwise unharmed. After a few steps it turned to look back. Padded further and then looked back again. A short wordless exchange, something like a thank you in a language that transcends species.
Anyway thanks for reading this story I'm typing on my phone alone in a way-too-expensive cafe in Mykonos, I guess my rec is to help animals 🐾