Oh, alley cat! How my heart aches for you.
Every day, without fail, you wander into the program house in search for a friend or some food. I watch your white and orange slender frame slip through the slightly ajar front gate. You saunter along the tiled floor. So quiet you are, on those sweet petite paws of yours! I long to pet you, to pick you up and give you a little kiss between those two triangles that are your ears. But alas, I cannot risk a rabies infested scratch or bite. Thus, I surveil you from afar.
Oh, alley cat, you have shown me the most fundamental form of desire. I now know what it is to want something you simply cannot have. I have used my relationship with you as a vehicle for an in-depth exploration of true temptation. For this, alley cat, I thank and applaud you.