"Do something good," I thought and added small slices of kasseri to the yogurt for the cats. I opened the door. They were nowhere to be seen. I called them. The elderly one came slowly, I called him again, he climbed the stairs faster and stood beside me. The younger one bolted out of the bushes. I poured the yogurt into a container, he hesitated for a moment, his eyes said, "Well, let's take pot luck," then he came quietly and started to eat. I petted the elderly one with my left hand, with the back of it, not the palm, lest it would get dirty or something... Whatever, ridiculous things.