He spent his childhood years on the third floor of an old, wooden building. There were many cats in the house… It took him years to understand that the elders of the house petted them with a great attention to make them catch the mice. However, while he was a tiny but a bighearted boy during those years, he believed that each one of them was a playmate. Until one of the orange tabbies mercilessly scratched his hand… After that day, the love was not pure anymore. It was tainted with fear.
