cats in Zanzibar

You’ll see many cats in Zanzibar; cats are everywhere. They won’t bother you, they won’t beg for scraps of food, they are not importunate. But then cats rarely are, are they…

Instead, Zanzibari cats proved to be excellent motifs for the camera and very worthy subjects for our little Cats of the World series here at Sophie’s World.

It is not worth the while to go round the world to count the cats in Zanzibar

14447502301_540d0fcd70_b14470815793_5293703635_b

Familiar quote? It’s Henry David Thoreau in his book Walden.

Now, I adored Zanzibar and its cats. But did the good Henry David really have these tabbies in mind? Probably not. Rather, he was saying that instead of going around the world to find a solution to one’s problems – one should perhaps look within.

I’ll leave you with a few more of Zanzibar’s fabulous felines and Henry David’s words. Because poetry and cats do seem to go together well.

It is not worth the while to go round the world to count the cats in Zanzibar. Yet do this even till you can do better, and you may perhaps find some “Symmes’ Hole” by which to get at the inside at last. England and France, Spain and Portugal, Gold Coast and Slave Coast, all front on this private sea; but no bark from them has ventured out of sight of land, though it is without doubt the direct way to India. If you would learn to speak all tongues and conform to customs of all nations, if you would travel farther than all travellers, be naturalized in all climes, and cause the Sphinx to dash her head against a stone, even obey the precept of the old philosopher, and Explore thyself. Herein are demanded the eye and the nerve. Only the defeated and deserters go to the wars, cowards that run away and enlist. Start now on that farthest western way, which does not pause at the Mississippi or the Pacific, nor conduct toward a worn-out China or Japan, but leads on direct, a tangent to this sphere, summer and winter, day and night, sun down, moon down, and at last earth down too.

14264251387_56442200d8_b

Thoughts on Thoreau’s poem? Or cats?