Gattino

I found a kitten and brought him home. We were walking to the beach, past an old church and convent that looked pretty abandoned, when I heard him meowing at me, sitting on top of the wall on the other side of a fence. At first I thought he was stuck in the fence, he was meowling so urgently, but as soon as I came over he squeezed through the fence and rubbed against my hands, friendly as could be. I was a goner. We had to continue to the beach, so I left him there, even though he tried to follow us. I didn’t see him on the way back, but I called for him, and he instantly popped out of the long grass, jumped up onto the wall and practically into my arms, meowing non-stop the entire time. He was perfectly content to be carried all the way back to our resort, and he’s been hanging out around our house ever since. I’ve named him Gattino (yes, just kitten). I feed him whatever I can bring back from lab- today he got an entire roasted fish that was almost as big as him. I feel like I rescued him, and I think he’ll be well cared for here even after we leave. The resort is full of semi-stray cats, none as friendly as my Gattino, but all of whom seem well fed and quite happy. I let him in our room occasionally, and he likes to take naps with me during siesta. I feel like my life is complete now <3