There ought to be a word for feeling eyes on you. Besides paranoia, which seems to imply the person is being unreasonably nervous/no evidence. But sometimes there really are eyes on you—someone staring at you from across a distance, for example.
Our last family cat was an orphan from a shelter, but we think we was part (maybe even all) Mainecoon—he was gray and white, very floofy, dumb, handsome, loved to play fetch with hair ties, and liked to play with water (until he had his first bath).
Regular sheep are a bad mix with swimming; even fast-moving water makes them nervous… but maybe Icelandic sheep are hardier. Icelandic chickens are hardier than the average chicken.
I read that one—it was sweet. It does actually have an ending, unlike many that peter out, and many others that just last indefinitely