I WAS ON VACATION WHEN I SAW A MAN PLAYING GUITAR FOR TWO KITTENS—AND I COULDN’T WALK AWAY
I’d only planned to stretch my legs a bit after dinner. You know, one of those evening walks where the air’s just starting to cool down, and everything feels slow in a good way. I was halfway through the night market, passing stalls with sizzling street food and cheap souvenirs, when I heard music.
Soft, a little rough, but real. A guitar and a voice that didn’t care if the world stopped to listen. So I followed it.
And that’s when I saw them.
A man with shoulder-length hair sitting on a plastic chair, strumming like it was second nature. In front of him, two tiny kittens sat side by side, completely still, like they were his most loyal fans. No leash, no box—just sitting there, ears perked, eyes fixed on him like he was Springsteen and this was Madison Square Garden.
No one ⬇️
