Greetings to everyone in the community, to everyone who loves cats: big or small, fluffy or smooth-haired, red, black, white or coloured. They are all beautiful, interesting, and worthy of attention.
Today my story is about a completely unfamiliar cat. Yes, yes, I saw him for the first time and probably for the last time in my life. So why did I decide to write about him? Because this handsome fellow impressed me with his "worldly wisdom", no matter how strange it may sound.
So, one fine spring evening, I was walking around a small Dutch town. I love these colourful streets that look like fairy tale paintings. The road is paved with cobblestones between the old houses that lean against each other in close rows. It is so ancient that it seems it could tell many interesting stories of the past, if it had the ability to do so. And as soon as you let your imagination run wild, a carriage drawn by two beautiful horses immediately appears before your eyes. Here it is, driving down this street, and the rhythmic clatter of hooves is heard all around. So I wandered around the town, not really having any purpose. And then, under one house, on a part of some communication, I saw it - a cat. It was a strange thing for me, because in this country it is impossible to see a pet without its owner. And this venerable handsome fellow was alone.
The cat did not react to my greeting at all. It seems that even my voice did not bring him out of his slumber. Only when I called out for the second time did he raise his head and look at me with eyes full of sleepy wisdom. I talked to him and talked to him, but I never got more than three movements of his head.For some reason, it seemed to me that this venerable furry was not at all interested in my person. He said: "What can you tell me that is interesting? I have wisdom, purely Dutch prudence and restraint, and you are a random passerby with a banal "kitty, kitty".
I did not dare to pet the handsome man - I did not want to disturb him with my inappropriate touch. As I was walking down the street, I looked back to see the stranger's cat. He was sitting in the same position, unemotionally looking after me.
