C'era una volta
When I was coming from Raspail this morning, a thin, white kitty leaped up onto the seat of a moto as I was walking by. Her paws didn’t quite grip the smooth leather of the seat, and her eyes went wide as she started to slip off the moto. I quickly grabbed her and boosted her safely up onto the seat, then leaned over and coo-cooed her for a minute. She rubbed the top of her head in the palms of my hands. She slid her tail around my arms. She looked at me like I was the best thing to ever happen to this world.