Girl with a sad face

Don't ask me how old I am, my answer will anyway be: as long as I can remember I am a cat. (I am not very good at dates; you know cats do not care about the time at all…) If I remember well, I was just a normal kitten, not Persian, not British or African savanna, just a normal gray house cat with black stripes, big blue eyes and a long black tail. I was adopted by a family with 2 kids. They had a really huge villa near the city and two dogs. I was given food, water and a place for sleeping and resting. In general everybody was really nice to me, but I was scared of dogs. They were so huge and I was so small, such a poor kitten. They were chasing me all the time and trying to catch my tail. Only sometime after, I could understand they were playing with me (one old cat told me
in the garden.)

I had a happy life. I could go outside when I wanted and do what I wanted. Fortunately there was a small forest nearby our villa, so I was spending whole days there chasing birds, climbing the trees. It was soooo cute. I started to know people and their pets around. I knew when they were walking dogs or going to the work. I was watching, and after some time, I started to understand their language. (BTW, there are lot of human languages. We, cats have one universal language, so we can understand each other independent from our living places.)

Once, while I was chasing a crow, I noticed one girl with a very sad face. Such a nice girl – I though, but why is she such sad? So I decided to talk to her. I stopped and started stroking her with my tail. I wanted her to feel good and cozy. I didn't know whether to talk to her or not, I did not know what kind of girl she was. You know sometimes people are interpreting our language as just "Meow", just sounds. But suddenly she started to talk to me on her own. I became so happy, so she could understand my language; at last I can have one human friend I can talk to. Well, we met several times, and I liked her a lot. She was always kind to me and talking to me about different things. I cannot remember when but I have decided to go with her and live at her house. You know,
grown cats are always choosing the owner, and I wanted her to be my owner. I wanted her to give me food, water and cozy house. I remember it was a very rainy day; she was sad as always and when she saw me, she started talking. She asked me why I was outside in such a bad weather, ordered me to go home and left me. But as I said, I had decided to live at her house, so I started running behind and asking her to take me with her. I do not know why, but she became really upset, she told me that she cannot take me, because I already had an owner. We were talking about 30 minutes... I was running behind her and she was running away from me. I was like a hunter chasing a poor rabbit. One moment she stopped, looked and cried at me. I became really scared, I had never seen her so angry before, so I ran as fast as I could. Since that time, I am avoiding all contact with humans. A cat can never know what do they think, what they want or what they are going to do.

Humans are so ungrateful, we cats choosing them and they are just running from us.