Attacked by a Flying Cat in Venice!
I was walking aimlessly around Venice on Monday night when I was attacked by a dangerous, flying cat.
There is nothing more compelling than Venice at night. You constantly seem lost and go from one small square, over one small bridge, onto another small square. Every street and every building seems more magnificent than the last street you crossed and after a while you have no idea where you are, where you're going and how you're going to wind up back at your hotel.
Our group passed through a narrow alley, where a stray cat was visibly shaken by our presence. All of a sudden, the cat sprinted toward us, up a wall, and ricocheted into my chest. It was a frontal, head-first attack. I was lucky that I was wearing a parka and that cat was not attacking me. But I screamed in mini-terror....it was like being attacked by a guided missile. Not that I've ever been attacked by a guided missile before.
I was able to get a quick shot of the cat in flight with my new T-Mobile SDA camera as he approached me.
Many people write me about wanting to "follow their passion" and become wine importers. But often, the wine road can be a harrowing experience.
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