He reached the 30th floor.
Guinness was sleeping.
Stephen gently tapped the glass.
The 😺 woke up, saw him, and jumped at the window, meowing nonstop.
Paw to hand, separated by glass and 30 floors of height.
The photo went viral.
One Tuesday, Stephen didn’t come.
Guinness waited. Meowed. Walked back and forth.
Days passed… weeks… months.
Stephen was in the hospital, fighting for his life.
Six months later he returned to work, weak, but with one goal: see his friend.
Guinness was a black cat who lived on the 30th floor of a skyscraper.
Every Tuesday he waited for Stephen, the window cleaner.
They played through the glass: paws, smiles, funny faces and soap foam.
10 minutes that meant everything to both of them.
