a lullaby of a game ❧ sweetstreetlullaby.com
An Edwardian street, about 1901, and sunny. You have a flat, a small walled garden, and a dog; so do your neighbours, through the wall. You put things out — a wooden crate, a worn cushion, a saucer of something good — and cats decide whether to visit. You cannot summon them; you change the odds, and then you leave.
Nothing is urgent. Nothing punishes absence. A satisfying visit can last thirty seconds, and dogs never die.
Play in your browser no account, no installing — the street simply opens