The great march north has begun. Our plans have changed about 3 or 4 times today about how we mange the trek. Once i no in my head that i am going somewhere or doing something then that is it. Just got to get it done. SO the plan today was to get as far north as we could. We wanted to try and get as close to Tangier Med as we could to limit the driving tomorrow making our way for the ferry and trying to co-inside that with what times the ferries leave.
We suffered our first Morocco heart break today with our Boris. I wanted to start work early today so I could finish a bit early and get driving ASAP. When I have left the camper there was something different today, normally i’m greeted by my feline best friend Boris but he wasn’t there today but I didn’t think anything of it. If he wasn’t there i assumed he was getting breakfast elsewhere and will come to me for probably his 3rd breakfast.
After a few hours still no sign of him and this was the point where we started to become concerned. Id spent most of the morning shaking the cat biscuits hoping that he had would and once over. Nothing. We went on a walk around the perimeter fence to see him. Nothing. We were very concerned about his well being by this point.
Then about 11 o’clock we heard a very scared meow/ cry and looked under the camper and there was Boris, something was not right. There was blood and he looked in pain. So first we took him food but as soon as we moved towards him he ran off and hid. This was very bad. He didn’t look in good shape at all. Now, id spent 6 weeks with this cat he was absolutely pristine. He looked shook up, after about 20 minutes he came over for a stroke but hadn’t touched his milk or his cat food. I stroked him a bit and he just jumped in the camper and hid under the bed. It was such a shame and a real dampener on our last morning in Morocco. I have learnt to love that cat.
