At the dawn today, I woke up on a kitten mewing next to my bed and snuggling against me with a strange insistence. I suspected something wrong and got worried. I thought to myself: she might be hungry? So, I got up and brought her food to which she rejected and then left away. I thought to myself: she might be thirsty? So, I guided her to the water, but she paid no attention. She started staring at me. Her looks spoke the pain and grief she inflected with. Her appearance weighed in on me profoundly that I wished if I were [Prophet] Solomon who understands the language of animals so that I know her need and alleviate her suffering. The door of the room was closed, and I noticed that she prolonged eye contact to it and clung to me whenever she saw me heading to it. I realized her intent and understood that she wanted me to open the door for her. So, I rushed to open it. As soon as she looked at the open space and saw the face of the sky, her sadness and worries turned into joy and pleasure, and started loping her way. I went back to my bed, submitted my head to my hand, and started thinking about this kitten. I admired her and said to myself: I wished I knew if she understands the meaning of freedom; she grieves for its absence and rejoices its comeback. Yes, indeed; she properly understands the meaning of freedom. Her grief, cries, and abstinence from food and water were just for it. And her supplications, wishes, snuggles, and insistence were only to pursue its attainment.