After washing himself on a dining room chair, the well-fed cat delicately rested his head on the tip of his tail and fell asleep. Standing by the window, sipping my coffee, I gaze out at the horizon. Spring is taking over the world. Day by day, the lush greenery nibbles away, leaf by leaf, at the blue of the sky and the distant coastline. The shore has almost vanished from the panorama. Now, only a small patch of sea and a few scattered rooftops remain. The 7:22 seagull is right on time. On the final meters, as usual, he slows down with a loud rustle of wings before landing majestically on the windowsill. Happy, I open the window panes, greet him, and bestow upon him a: “How’s it going, buddy? Sleep well?”, to which he replies with his classic: “Pa! Pa! Pa!”, which I interpret that day as: “Yes, thanks, and you?”. I love this morning rendezvous. The two of us have been seeing each other for a long time now. He’s no longer afraid of me. While he pecks at the cat kibbl...