Cats, feral and otherwise
On the way down to Valtopina today I saw evidence that the cat-feeder had been there.
I’ve seen him in action sometimes, crouching, long grey hair in a ponytail down his back as he spreads a feast for the feral cats of the area.
Today it was pieces of meat – great strips and hunks at least three-quarters fat.
When I passed, there was one cat and the dog from the house opposite tucking in.
Feral cats are quite a phenomenon round here. In the nearby city of Foligno there’s a road up to a monastery frequented by a large population of cats of every colour and description, likewise fed by eccentrics.
The handsome cat in the photo doesn’t have the timid feral look to it at all as it basks against a garage door a bit further down in the valley. I took more than one shot and so was able to verify that it didn’t move a muscle even faced with Taylor straining on his lead to get to it.