Once upon a dawn, I was woken up by the sound of a cat mewing beside my bed, and pawing me with a strange urgency. Her anxious, uneasy state aroused my suspicion. I said, “Maybe she is hungry?” I got up and brought her some food, but she turned her nose up and walked away. I said, “Oh! Maybe she is thirsty?” I guided her to water, but she didn’t show any interest in that either. She gazed at me as if speaking of her deep pain and sorrow. Her state affected me so severely that I wished I were Solomon, so I could understand the language of the animal and recognize her needs and relieve her grief. I found that she held her gaze on the closed room door and stuck to me whenever I walked towards the door. That’s when I understood her wish – she wanted me to open the door for her. I hurried to open it for her, and once she looked outside and saw the face of the sky, her sadness and grief were replaced with happiness and pleasure. She ran wild. I walked back to my bed and dropped my head into my hands, reflecting on this cat’s state that astonished me. I said, “I wish I knew if she understands the meaning of freedom, grieves at its loss and rejoices at its gain! Yes, she deeply understands the meaning of freedom. Her sadness, weeping, and hunger and thirst strike were merely for the sake of freedom. Her begging, pawing, and urging were only in the pursuit of freedom.”