While she’s tripping around like a queen, I will be languishing under the care of another (at least I’m not destined for the cat boarding chambers).
But I shouldn’t be feeling resentful, I’m much better off in my own home than padding around scrubby vineyards in the hot sun and imagine if the volcano decided to blow up just as I was checking out the value of ash as kitty litter?
Worse, to my horror, I’ve found that cats in Sicily are poisoned on a regular basis. When I was younger and more adventurous, I was picked up a couple times from the creek at the back of my house by some stranger and carted off to the Cat’s Home. Luckily, I’m microchipped and the woman could liberate me from this indignity. (I rarely move far from the back porch these days).
If I lived in Sicily, it would have been curtains for me.
Still, do you think it’s fair for her to jaunt around the globe and leave me behind? Questions of loyalty spring to mind. Why, I could even bring her luck and pick up a fortune, just like Tommaso, the rich Italian cat
Some more of those Sicilian cats. These two are in Cefalu and I can only hope that their food isn’t poisoned.