It is a holy land for graffiti writers in a country side train station near Barcelona. And it is also home for a group of street cats.
The cats alert to a stranger like me but they are also curious. They have to show half tail even they are running to the bottom of the car to hide. They are still staring at me even if they hide well under the car. Their blue cat eyes are reflecting the bright blue sky. And they cat-walk confidently in front of the beautiful graffiti train.
‘We CATS are the master here!’ They seem to say.
And kindly reminding me the human servant, ‘WHERE are my fish!?’