Cat Teacher...

The little girl cycled on the small purple bike. Her father was there to hand out help when needed. He seemed proud and encouraged loudly with a smile. Then at one moment the attention of the girl, who was wearing little braids in her hair, went to something on the streets. She noticed the tail and the hairy fur. "Look dad,"she said while gesturing with her little chubby fingers towards the cat. Then a huge smile came on her little face. She laughed and said: "Hi," to the cat. The cat made himself smaller while looking at the girl. Not sure if he had to run and leave or stay and try to hide. "Mweow," we all heard.

"Oh daddy, what is he saying?" the girl asked her father. "I don't know," was his reply. "Cats talk a language we cannot understand." "When I'm old I want to become a cat teacher," the blond hairy girl told her father. She looked at the cat, smiled again and waved with both her hands to the cat. "Bye."