I had to dedicate a post to all the cats in Morocco. Everywhere we went, there was a cat: skinny, fat, mangy, cute; you name it, we probably saw it. They found corners, crevasses, walls, chairs, cars, counter tops or anything else with a bit of a surface to sit on. We even found some in the airport, next to us in a restaurant, and napping on a motorcycle seat. Its no wonder Rabat and Casablanca don’t seem to have a rat problem.