I woke up today at dawn by the meowing of a cat rubbing at the side of my bed, persisting on that in a strange manner. I was curious about it and I felt for her. "she might be hungry," I thought. I got up and fetched her some food, but she did not show any interest in it at all. "she could be thirsty," I reflected. So, I brought to her some water, yet she never cared for it. Suddenly, she started to look at me with eyes full of agony and grief. I was very affected by the site of her, and I wished I had been King Solomon, so that I could have understood the language of animals and figured out what she needed and what was grieving her in order to help her. The door was closed, and I noticed that she was staring at it and sticking to my legs whenever I walked to it. Then, I realized that she only desired me to open the door for her. I opened the door quickly, and once she looked up to the sky, the cat went from sorrow and grief to extreme happiness and delight. Then, she ran hastily towards her freedom. I went back to my bed, put my head in the palm of my hand and reflected on that cat. "My word! Does that cat know the meaning of freedom," I thought, wondering, "so that she feels happy with it and miserable without it?" "Yes, she does, and she does very well!" I retorted. "She was in pain and grief, refraining from food and water, only because she desired her freedom," I digressed, "and seeking her freedom was the only reason for her persistent begging and adjuration."