In a quiet courtyard hidden between old houses lived a small kitten named Fluffy. He was gray with white paws and had eyes that sparkled like tiny stars. Fluffy loved warm corners, sunbeams, and listening to the stories the wind whispered through the trees.
Every morning, he carefully explored the courtyard, greeting everything he passed — the flowers, the wooden bench, even the old chimney. But his favorite moment was sunrise, when a delicate butterfly appeared. Fluffy never chased it. He only watched, purring softly, afraid that even a loud thought might scare it away.
One rainy day, the courtyard turned gray and silent. Fluffy hid under the stairs, feeling lonely for the first time. Just then, he heard a gentle “meow.” Beside him sat another kitten — small, soaked, and shivering.
Fluffy moved closer and shared his warmth. The rain seemed to slow, listening to their quiet purring. From that day on, the courtyard was no longer just a place — it became a home.
Two kittens, two purring hearts, and a world that suddenly felt brighter.
And if you ever hear soft purring in a quiet courtyard, remember — a sweet little story lives there
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