The Cat with No Name, a feral cat that used to hang around our courtyard, was killed last night when someone run it over with a car. On a private side road, in a small village, during lockdown, the list of suspects is very short, and yet it is impossible to nail the person responsible.
The Cat with No Name used to come to the courtyard when my father sat outside in the evening, looking at the stars. It was feral, but it liked humans, and it was very sweet. It asked for food, it liked to be cuddled.
Today is a very bad day.