There were two cats at the time we met. One of them is a tabby, the other is solid black with white beard.
It seems like a tabby is a big sister, while a black cat is a little one.
At our first sight, they saw me as a stranger.
I tried to pet a tabby, and I got scratches with slightly drizzly blood in return.
A black cat was looking from its distance – far away. After a while, it broke the ice and came around where I was.
During our ongoing conversation, they played together. They licked each other.
A big sister may like protecting their little one.
I met them again. A big sister seems like it still doubts me although it didn’t intimidate me like the last time.
On the other hand, the black one seems to like me a lot.
Their eyes shone brightly when they saw my cats’ liquid snack I brought.
During our ongoing conversation, the black cat came licking my legs.
He told me that it has never licked anyone but himself.
His words totally brightened my smile.
And I was on cloud nine again when I discovered the meaning of being licked by a cat.
After this drawing comes to an end, I may forgive myself and feel nothing about it anymore.
I don’t really know that during our journey, how much truth had been there – in his words and actions.
Yet the most reliable thing for me is those two cats’ feelings.
6000x6000 PX |300 dpi
