My heart was warmed by the sight of these blissful cats in front of a shop in my favorite Bulgarian Black Sea town of Burgas. Because that day I had seen many other cats, not in the same situation and not so lucky in life, even if these were street cats. Bulgaria is not Turkey, after all, and Burgas is not Istanbul, but there are still good people who take care of the wronged animals and try to make sure they are always fed, even if they cannot keep them warm all the time. And also, I've seen cats fishing along the coast, so it's certainly not the worst place for a street animal to be.😻