It was last Sunday. When as always in the back gate of the elementary school I sat having Tommy on my lap, a girl, wearing a red helmet and pink T-shirt, about ten-year-old, appeared riding a bicycle in vigorous.
She looked at Tommy, and said that he was so cute.
“May I touch him?"
I answered "I think he would scare if you do because he is not familiar with you.”
She said "bad luck".
Still looking at Tommy for a while, she said "It would have been hard for owners grow him up here", like she were an adult.
I said "Tommy was brought up himself", but she didn’t seem what it meant.
"This cat lives in around here," I explained, but still she had a dubious face.
Also, after looking at Tommy about 5 minutes, and said "goodbye", went away dashing bike.
Meanwhile, Tommy is quietly sitting on my side, and had been patiently listening to our conversation.
2015 April 18 updated