you made me tear up all over again. Not the loud kind of tears — the quiet ones, the kind that slip out when someone gets it. Thank you for letting yourself feel this with me.

Ah! You’re right about street cats. They wear their wisdom like old warriors. Don't they? That orange one... With that tired, watchful gaze of a mother who’s seen too much but still hopes for soft grass and safety. Her trust? It felt something holy.

Well, to my great relief,
they’re not timid anymore. I gave them some chicken yesterday, and they purred, growled, and launched into a full-blown wrestling match — like the canines… no, like the tiny tigers they clearly believe they are. All that was missing was theme music and slow motion.... 😂