While I and my family were taking a walk to nearby paddy fields, we were shocked by a familiar sound. A kitten's cry. Just next to the community's trash bin, there came out a small, skinny and dirty black-white kitten. She cried very loudly as she seen us as if she had found her mom. My first son, Damar, seemed to be very interested to that kitten. He had always been asking for our permission to own a cat. I always said no because his father didn't permit him. It was not because my husband and I don't like cats. No. We do love cats. Both of us always had cat(s) at home when we were young. But as our place of living isn't supportive for having a pet, we refused Damar's wish.