When the boy met the white cat for the first time, he curled up his lips and stretched out his hand to it. When the boy met the white cat for the second time, he carefully held it in his arms to keep it warm. When the boy met the white cat for the third time, he held it in his arms and smiled with his eyes closed. When they met again, he lost his umbrella, held it tightly in his arms and cried loudly. No one knows how much love can come back. No one cares how many lives a cat has. The important thing is that the cat comes back again and again with the boy's love. Only by being by each other's side can there be love.