You are my Mother, I presume!
It was a funny feeling on the fields of Santamaki in Kempele when I met a white cat last night. I met my real mother on those fields of Santamaki last night. We were on out night tour after mice and suddenly I saw a white cat looking like ME! I said: - Your are my Mum, I presume! (Something like Henry Morton Stanley said to Doctor Livingstone in Africa) - Yes, I am! Then we hugged each other and cried for minutes. You might know my story, which I told you a year ago, that I got lost from my childhood home, just one kilometer from here that I now know. My human Mum and Dad of today made a terrible noise about who I am, where I come from and who has lost me. In vain! Nobody answered to their countless inquiries. My pictures were in the newspaper Kaleva in Readers´s pages, all in vain. My Mum got only praises for taking care of me, a little creature found alone. There emerged a question, which needed to be answered to. Who am I? Who's my real mother? Last night my hum...