If this tiny island was really a ship, we would be walking on its prow now, surrounded on three sides by the shining lake, smelling the special scent of the air, purified by a long rain.

But we are not alone anymore; one of the masters of the island is welcoming us.

Actually this island is a perfect little paradise for cats...no cars, total freedom and...fishermen.

Cats are everywhere; they are popping out little by little after the rain, with circumspect dignity.
They have shared ideally the island and each one has their own territory.
They belong to the few steady inhabitants of this amazing little place, or maybe, as it always happens with cats, it’s the human inhabitants of the island who belong to cats.