This is a stray cat. Its fur is a bit dirty, there seems to be black dirt remaining on its nose, and its belly is flat. It must have been a long time without eating. When I picked up the camera to take it, there seemed to be a trace of horror in its eyes.
I yelled “meow” a few times, and when he saw that I didn’t seem to hurt him, he dropped his vigilance and sat there looking at me.
My friendliness won its initial trust. It seemed to treat me as a friend, and no longer wary of me, but became casual. It put its paws on the tree, which is a habitual movement of cats.