Sat in the middle of the alley, on the grainy concrete, wearing shorts and t shirt, the evening sun palming the neck, the wind twirling the hair, leaves clapping in the trees, the dusty cat approached suspiciously a clear napking laid in front, on it olives and anchovy carefully taking apart from a preparation of bread and cheese, the murmure of conforting words, the calm gestures, slowly brought the dark creature to let him be caressed, then eating gluttonously what isn't his natural food, his scrawny shape now pacing around and rubbing against the crossed legs, the back of the hand, closing his big green eyes in contentment, asking one brushes his fur more intensely, nature was smiling, from tamming is born attachement, and the magic of a free unconventional moment, no thinking about strangeness, it is good to be good, rewarding to do it naturally and get back pure gratefulness.

(i share because that was a genuine happy moment for me)