I lived in a small village in the south of the island. I didn't have any particular owner but enjoyed the donations of food from the stall owners in the market. However, the local butcher took exception to the theft of some meat off his stall. He chased me around the market for what seemed likes hours. I thought it was a great game at first but when he grabbed a knife I wasn't as impressed. I am not sure what happened then. Anyway, I know live at the DRCS-shelter. The workers and volunteers are nice here and don't chase me around the compound when I steal food from them.
Vera from Switzerland is now looking after me. Thank you very much!