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Each reblog = one wish my cat will overthrow fascism
OP: This time it's lion cubs dance (cr 冰彬兵)
Guinness was a sleek black cat who lived high above the city, in an apartment on the 30th floor of a London skyscraper. He was an indoor cat, a quiet watcher of the world, who had never felt the ground beneath his paws. But he was never truly alone. He had a best friend. That friend was a window washer named Stephen. Every Tuesday, Stephen’s platform would glide down the face of the building. When it reached the 30th floor, Guinness would already be there, waiting like clockwork. Guinness would dart after the squeegee as it moved across the glass. He would tap the window with his paws, leap into the air, twist and spin with excitement. His eyes sparkled with joy. Stephen always played along. He pulled silly faces. He traced smiley faces in the soap suds just for the cat. For ten minutes every week, they shared laughter through the glass. It became the brightest moment of both their lives. Then one Tuesday, Stephen didn’t come. Guinness sat by the window. He cried out softly. He walked back and forth, restless and confused. Another window washer appeared instead. Guinness rushed to the glass, hopeful—but the man didn’t notice him. He simply cleaned the window and moved on. Guinness slowly turned away, his tail drooping low. Stephen didn’t return for six long months. He had become seriously ill and was in the hospital, fighting a dangerous infection. When he finally recovered, he went back to work. His body was still weak, but his heart was strong with one wish—to see his friend again. As he lowered the platform, his hands trembled. Would the cat remember me? What if they moved away? The platform stopped at the 30th floor. Guinness was sleeping on the sofa. Stephen gently tapped on the glass. Guinness’s head jerked up. His eyes locked onto Stephen. In an instant, the cat sprang toward the window. He cried out with all his strength, so loudly Stephen could hear him through the thick glass. He pressed his face to the pane, purring with pure happiness. Thirty floors above the ground, Stephen broke down in tears. He placed his hand on the glass. Guinness lifted his paw and pressed it against Stephen’s hand. The cat’s owner captured the moment in a photo. It spread across the world, touching millions of hearts. It showed that true friendship knows no limits—not distance, not time, not even a sheet of glass hundreds of feet in the air. Stephen and Guinness’ emotional reunion is a reminder that real bonds never fade, and love always finds its way back.
🇩🇪 1973 #BMW 3.5 CSL
Engine: 3,153cc Inline-six, M30 engine.
Power (Race Spec): Over 300 bhp, with 3.5-liter competition engines reaching 400+ bhp.
#Motorsport
Instead of walking around doing nothing I stood at the oven preparing some cookies.