This is PussPuss. That’s not her real name, I just call her that because she is not my cat and I cannot pronounce her Italian name. She lives below me in the house in the country. I give her canned dadini and now we’re good friends! She lives with the farmer and his wife.
They always ask me if I feed their cats (there are 2 more – FatCat and BadBoy – PussPuss’ husband and son) I always say no : )
Once, PussPuss stayed overnight. She was curled up on the chair and wouldn’t leave! Another time she puked all over my freshly cleaned kitchen floor.
It took me a year to get them to come into the house and now I cannot keep them out of it…fleas and all! But they are all faithful patrons of my canned dadini and never hesitate for a cuddle or a photo.
When I am old and gray I will surely be known by the neighbourhood as the crazy cat lady : )