My old man was tired of studying his black cat. He was probably frustrated because she aroused him well after who knows how many years then she called him father with her soft lips kisses. I was the witness of his heart break. I was feeling bad for him anyway. I knew she was going to do like that. Young, full of energy, spontaneous, smart, daring nevertheless good looking wild cat, anyone could see how hard it is for her to carry that personality in that dark slim body. I was feeling awesomely bad, I must confess, I never wanted her near my old guy. Girl like her never feel bad being half dressed infront of an old guy and higher his blood pressure. I was worrying if he dies in anxiety or pressure that made him having a heart attack or stroke then what will happen to us normal domestic animals of his own firm who where farming for him. We are his pets after all. I don't know why he just thought of keeping, teaching, grooming probably out of loneliness or inexperienced father's pride of doing something good for deserted animals like humans. We are that kind who can do almost anything from our own thoughts. From those scaptical gestures and thoughts we have come so far with humanity.
Nevertheless, I really respect him and adore him for what he is not for what he is doing at this age of grandfather. I just feel profoundly better today than yesterday because she just made me happy by doing so. Something unbelievable but expected. I am though not very fond of her personality and character description that I really not even interested to figure out but I really love him as a good person. I have seen his hardship, I have seen how he was kind without thinking about himself, just like a soldier who forgets about caring about his own life but about the land and the people who are going to live freely on it. It's heroic for us who can just praise and enjoy the benefits without helping them not to treat themselves priceless and cheap. But that's the bitterness of our life. We are hypothetical hypocrite.