It’s 5pm, the time I usually make tea for my family. I don’t make tea alone. I always have some company. Yes, my cats. They’re always jumping over the floor, running on the ground, fiddle-footed, waiting for their everyday food. No matter on which corner of the house they are in, they know the time they need to be present to have the food. These ten minutes I take to make the tea, my cats act like I’ve taken a whole ten hours. And if they don’t come on time, there’s an approach I use. This might be the only clatter they recognize. The clatter of their food bowl. They run as fast as they can as if they were being hunted down by a lion. Every time someone goes into the kitchen, the cats have already reached there, waiting, with their anxious faces. It’s not only about the food. They follow us wherever we go walking, hopping, and shouting if we were not to be seen. That’s how pure their souls are, no matter you feed them, oversee them or not.