Last year in Sardinia our grandson and I went for an early morning walk. In a stretch of woods, away from the beach, we noticed we were being watched. Somebody was following us from the safety of the thicket.
Maybe his stalking us was meant to be a bit more covert than that. After a while we were able to identify him: it was Henry’s Sardinian cousin. We didn’t know our cat had family in Italy!
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