# Window conversation

I can't see this picture and smile...

The white fairy, the cat next door, came to visit the orange, the cat guarded our garden again.

They're not making a fuss, just sitting quietly on the windowsill among the blooming flowers, like having a conversation that only cats understand.

"Her garden is so fragrant today," the white fairy said, gently sniffing the flowers.

The orange smiled in the corner of his mouth, "I was waiting for you, so I took special care of the flowers."

Both watched as butterflies flew by, small birds jumped playing on branches, and a soft breeze faintly blew down the petals.

"You know..." the White Angel continued. "I like to come here. Because this place is quiet... but not lonely."

The orange nodded softly.

"A house with flowers, a cold wind, and friends sitting next to it, without saying much, can make a weekday a beautiful day."

The two then sat still, let the afternoon sun bathe in soft fluffy fur, and let small pleasures grow among the flowers.

Sometimes the warmest friendship doesn't need many words.

Just sitting next to each other, like today's oranges and white fairies, makes people who can't see them smile. 🌸🐈🤍🧡