A few years ago, while my wife and I were seated at an outdoor seafood restaurant on the island of Santorini, a seemingly frail and elderly lady astonished us by repeatedly rising from her chair and punting puddy cats further than one would have thought possible by someone even triple her size; and then sitting down again with the nonchalance of having just gotten up to confiscate a gum wrapper. Admittedly it was distracting, even unnerving, to dine as flying felines swooshed by the table, though it's not difficult to explain why we, and, for that matter, the cats, kept coming back night after night: The fish, fresh and... More >>>