Sicily Travel: Permisso Di Sojourno Police Visit

This afternoon a strange number dialed my cell phone and I answered to a very fast speaking Italian. I was able to discern "polizie" and so answered; "si". Less than 15 minutes later, a municipal police car pulled up to the gate. We opened up, he came on in, greeted us and proceeded to pepper us with questions in Italian. Luckily our wonderful landlord answered his phone and helped us to answer the questions (whatever they were). We think that the local municipality wanted to check that we were actually here and not some sort of odd apparition. We've been into their offices enough you'd think they'd take it on faith, but that is not the way of bureaucracy. A quick visit, and it was over. We learned the officer's birthday, that he has a chihuahua, but not his name. We hope this is near the end of this process.