Oh, to be a cat of Venice. To slink through the early morning fog of a deserted canal. To walk in the footsteps of a millenium; soft paws crossing the well-worn Venetian streets. To find a sun-kissed window sill, from which to doze and dream and watch the life of an ancient city pass by. Oh,Continue reading “The Cats of Venice”
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