Stories are what make the world go around, whether you are a writer or a reader. In the fall of 2011, I had the privilege to travel to Morocco for a couple days. What really struck me about Morocco was the community there. One of my most memorable experiences was the historical Bahia Palace in Marrakesh. If one paused one could almost feel the stories seeping from the cool walls, despite the warm outside temperatures. I stood with my camera in hand for a moment just feeling the history. A snapshot of a snapshot, I was intrigued by the colorful tiles, the refreshing breeze, tickling the gardens, and the curious kittens peeking around the corner. Kittens were everywhere in Morocco. Street cats yes, but also community cats. From what I observed, they were not seen as pests, but rather members of the community. Not to be coddled or pampered within an inch of their life but rewarded with a small dish when they caught something. Staying out of the way unless tempting young tourists with delightful play. Like accent marks adorning letters the felines often marked cute snapshots waiting to happen. The unexpected details that form stories and new snapshots always await. One just has to find the kittens.