Today I saw the tabby cat that looks like a white tiger. he was crouching by the wall, as if to catch a bird. But there was no bird around. He rubbed against me and followed me around, both scared and predatorial, with the strides of the little tiger he was. I told him would adopt him, iff only I could. I must be crazy, talking to cats like that.
Earlier this week, I saw the black cat who is not so sociable. He was cooling down in the shade. There was another cat in a flat at the top, looking at my black friend with curiosity through the window. I took a picture of him. It is banal, but these cats are parts of my life here. When I leave this place, whenever that may be, I am going to miss them, so I am glad I could take a picture of at least one.
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