This drowsy cat deigned to yawn at me, and stretch a paw toward me. A lady who lives in the tiny corte said la gatta sleeps all day, then prowls all night. She sounded indulgently annoyed with the cat’s behaviour.
I liked the varied imagery of this iron work on a door.
Look, up in the sky. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s SuperRooster.