The Eyes of the Cat

I remember having a walk outside in a cold spring morning. A cat, laying on a relatively low wall, woke up by the sound of my steps and after a big yawn combined with an extensive stretching, it started staring at me. Noticing that, I gradually reduced my walking pace until I was finally standing still, 10 feet from this felis catus, looking straight into its eyes.
The eyes of the cat.
Les yeux du chat.

It close its eyes and laid its head on its front feet, pretending to be falling asleep again.
Satisfied by this early morning staring contest triumph, I took a deep breath, stretched my neck, pulled my shoulders back and I set out, full of confidence, to whatever challenge this magical city would be willing to offer me.

Oh, hello there.

This is the declaration of creation of the Danga Danga Dong blog.
Any resemblance to a brown horse, living or dead, is purely coincidental.