The Kittens of Our Community

This rather hot Saturday, I decided to take a walk around my neighborhood. It wasn't long before I ran into my stray neighbors, downstairs. They are beautiful cats who aren't used to being confined. Once, after I had my kittens, I wanted to adopt them. But several times, when I had one at home, it would cry at the door to be let out. The next day, I would bring it upstairs, and it always cried to be let out. I realized it wanted to be free and let it escape; however, it recognized me when I found it downstairs...

So, ever since then, I believe my destiny is to see them, pet them, and feed them along the paths I encounter. I feel happy, and so do they. Here in the community, everyone loves them, and they never go without food. When a female gets pregnant, the neighbors downstairs are always on the lookout. That makes me feel good, because they're not helpless.

As I walked through the garden, I came across these two beautiful creatures. The brown cat was the first to notice my presence, the one perched on the rock. Even though I approached, it didn't move at all. I took the opportunity to take a few photos of both of them. And this last one loves this ledge; it usually rests in this favorite spot, basking in the warmth of the sun's rays.