I met this little man on my way in Jakarta. His legs were hurt and he couldn’t cross the street to buy dinner, so I bought him a drink.
We talked for a while on a pavement. However, he speaks Bahasa (the local language here) so he probably didn’t give a fuck about my English.
I called him Yogurt, of course (sorry man if you already have an Indonesian name). Have a nice day. God bless stray cats all over the world.