When it comes to heights, I’m a bit of an acrophobe. When I went to the Blarney Castle – determined to kiss the famed stone that endows the kisser with the gift of gab – it took a strange Irish man, my husband-to-be, and my future father-in-law ten minutes to coax me to smooch the stone.
Unlike me, this photogenic feline (or mačka in Croatian) is indeed no scaredy cat! For a few minutes, I watched from down below, trying to coax her away from the roof of a stone building she was sunning on. Fortunately, she didn’t jump to the shutter that was precariously blowing in the breeze.