It seemed we saw this beautiful if disgruntled kitty cat when ever we went walking near the little village at Portvenere. Portevenere is on the northwest coast of Italy, north west of Pisa and at the gateway to the Cinque Terre. Kerry and I fell in love with this small port city with sailboats and small beaches and a ruined castle.
When ever I encountered the kitty I wondered why he looked so grumpy. He has everything. This is still a fishing village and the restaurants seems very tolerant of visits by the local cats. Hard to know if they actually have homes or are just under local maintenance. Either way, they seem to me to have the idyllic life any cat (or human) might aspire to.
I guess I will never know for sure whether this was just his resting face or if he truly was grumpy. Perhaps the constant parade of tourists and such get on his nerves. He likes to see who comes and goes, though. I know I wouldn't be adverse to settling in a small seaport village on the coast of the Ligurian Sea. Especially if someone kindly gave me food and water and maybe a hug now and then.
I will never know why the sour puss, but I have to belief it is genetics and not disposition. How could anyone, even a grumpy looking cat truly sustain grumpiness in such a lovely spot for long?