In the sea breeze of Istanbul, is there such a story... A black and white kitten. Black hair, which grew from the back to the rounded back of his head, grew on his pointed left ear and symmetrically on his pointed right ear. Continuing on, the blackness passed over the top of the head, up to the eyebrows, then branched out to the sides of the face, past the upper half of the eye sockets, and finally stopped at the sides of the cheeks, leaving just the right area for white. The waves burst. At a height where the water would not be hit and the fish in the water could be clearly seen, the gulls skimmed low over a wave crest. At this moment, the kitten opened its eyes for the first time. Although only a narrow gap is opened, the first impression of this world has already been formed. The seagull's gliding motion casts precise white trails on its retinas. No one witnessed this scene. We have no way of knowing whether his character had already begun to emerge at that time, nor would we be able to give him the title of "son of a male Elvis" or "son of a female cat". Now you probably get it, this is about a kitten that came out of nowhere. I also don't know since when, rootless and confused, it is only natural that the kitten has grown to its prime. Before Sora was surprised, people got used to the fact that there was a black and white male cat on the street. Which street is it? do not know. There's probably a restaurant and a sapling. Male cats like to drink milk and naturally form a friendship with the owner of the restaurant. In the house beside the saplings, there is a kind-hearted hostess. One day when she went to a restaurant for dinner, she didn't pay attention to the chair she was going to sit on, and the male cat was lying down and resting. The male cat stretched out his front paws and patted her ass, and they also became friends. Hey, you can see how cute it is. It has a well-proportioned body and moves lightly. Take a sip of milk and slap the buttocks to show a full amount of charm. Other cats on the street think so too. It never lacks the flattery of female cats and the jealousy of other male cats. There is no shortage of fights that ensue. The injured went to the owner of the restaurant, and then was taken to the veterinarian and bandaged. "No matter what kind of injury it is, its spirit never diminishes," said the owner of the restaurant with admiration. "It's such a prodigal son" , the female veterinarian agreed. The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. The friendship between cats and people may be weaker than that of water vapor. But people love it. A cat that lives more dashingly and happier than a human being is amazing. People will smile from the heart when looking at it. Laughing like this, people can't see it, and what they see is the ideal of life walking. The hostess of the house next to the sapling also has her own cat at home. The male cat doesn't care about this, and goes to her house every once in a while to grab food. The hostess leaned on her side and said to us, "Look, it's just leaning on the window glass like this, and then bending its front paws into the hands of a lucky cat, as if it's knocking on the door." Male cats knock on windows differently than other cats. If the hostess doesn't let it in, it just keeps waiting. "Be sure to reach the goal," the hostess said with a smile. Male cats haunt the streets of Istanbul every day. Life is uneventful and uneventful. There was an episode where an orange cat came to challenge it. But no one told us more about the orange cat. So this little episode has no beginning and no end. People are still taking care of the male cats warmly. The story with cats has something unique to most Istanbulites: "teach me how to love", "get back my sense of humor", etc. Has the concept of meaning ever formed in its small round head? Probably not. Why steal the milk from this restaurant? Male cats don't care either. Although it has become a representative of certain qualities, it is also relaxed. The milk in the dining room will be drank and the windows of the hostess' house will be knocked on. There is no why. You may have found it. This rootless story is quietly coming to an end. The new orange cat, will/never/has, succeeded in the challenge? When the male cat disappeared from the street, were people surprised or used to it first? There isn't a time when this story takes place. Has happened/is happening/will happen in the past. It will be all right. Neither matter. No root, no source, and I don't know where it will end. The male cat does not exist in such a posture. Its name is worry-free. , the hostess said with a smile. Male cats haunt the streets of Istanbul every day. Life is uneventful and uneventful. There was an episode where an orange cat came to challenge it. But no one told us more about the orange cat. So this little episode has no beginning and no end. People are still taking care of the male cats warmly. The story with cats has something unique to most Istanbulites: "teach me how to love", "get back my sense of humor", etc. Has the concept of meaning ever formed in its small round head? Probably not. Why steal the milk from this restaurant? Male cats don't care either. Although it has become a representative of certain qualities, it is also relaxed. The milk in the dining room will be drank and the windows of the hostess' house will be knocked on. There is no why. You may have found it. This rootless story is quietly coming to an end. The new orange cat, will/never/has, succeeded in the challenge? When the male cat disappeared from the street, were people surprised or used to it first? There isn't a time when this story takes place. Has happened/is happening/will happen in the past. It will be all right. Neither matter. No root, no source, and I don't know where it will end. The male cat does not exist in such a posture. Its name is worry-free. , the hostess said with a smile. Male cats haunt the streets of Istanbul every day. Life is uneventful and uneventful. There was an episode where an orange cat came to challenge it. But no one told us more about the orange cat. So this little episode has no beginning and no end. People are still taking care of the male cats warmly. The story with cats has something unique to most Istanbulites: "teach me how to love", "get back my sense of humor", etc. Has the concept of meaning ever formed in its small round head? Probably not. Why steal the milk from this restaurant? Male cats don't care either. Although it has become a representative of certain qualities, it is also relaxed. The milk in the dining room will be drank and the windows of the hostess' house will be knocked on. There is no why. You may have found it. This rootless story is quietly coming to an end. The new orange cat, will/never/has, succeeded in the challenge? When the male cat disappeared from the street, were people surprised or used to it first? There isn't a time when this story takes place. Has happened/is happening/will happen in the past. It will be all right. Neither matter. No root, no source, and I don't know where it will end. The male cat does not exist in such a posture. Its name is worry-free.
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