I managed to be super stealthy the other night, and snap this photo of Kiwi napping next to me on the belly. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want anyone to know that she’s actually a sweet, affectionate cat.
It all started when an American girl met a German boy…
There was complete MAYHEM in my house the past few days. It started when Martin went to get something in the car Sunday night, left the front door open, and our cat Kiwi bolted inside with a live mouse she dropped at Miss C’s feet … which went over well … as you can imagine.
Screaming. Chaos. More screaming. Tossed furniture. Tears. Doors slamming. Someone has a broom. Another has the vacuum. More screaming as the mouse ran and dropped down into the basement from the first floor landing.
Meanwhile, Kiwi was perched on the staircase, watching like a proud lion king over the land.
Belly-scratchin’ in the sunset.
We found a park where these two could burn some serious energy.
Our next stop is near the village of Polverigi, in the middle of Italy’s calf along the Adriatic Sea. There are rolling hills and many sunflower fields like this one across the street from where we are staying.
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