Cat, happy tabby

Sometimes I miss cats, especially the friendly, purring ones. This one, seen from the other side of the street, then proceeded to cross the road towards me and let itself to be touched and stroked. I felt ribs, and a greasy coat. Maybe it just wanted food.

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