For me, Italy invokes the best feelings we can have in life: the pleasure of food, of a conversation among friends, of the union in a family, of the moment when our skin prickles when we first look at Santa Croce in Florence, of the streets full of clotheslines in Palermo, or the splendid color of the Lago di Como.
This is an essay dedicated to all who love cats as much as I do. Whenever I think of stray cats, I remember cities with ports, like Istanbul or even Rome, where people say cats exist in greater numbers to help exterminate mice. But I never imagined this was going to be such a typical scene on the streets of every city in Israel.