I haven’t written much about the cats. I’ve kept them to myself. It has been a delicious affair. Grouper will have to understand that it was just a fling.
Lots of cats in Monopoli, but there are two who live here. This one greeted us upon arrival and made herself available for three square meals a day. She is ridiculously tiny, yet eats copious amounts of food ravenously. Then we found her husband and babies.
The black cat lets me touch her now. We started feeding them prosciutto scraps, then good Italian tuna, then cat food pouches, then fresh fish. They are adorable and part of our daily routine. I hate to leave them, but we’ll always have Puglia.
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