Marta and her grandparents have arrived at their summer house. Martha’s grandfather has driven his car into the backyard and is getting out of it now. Cats are running to meet him and cuddle on his legs.
«Look, Martha. The cats like your grandfather so much. In this way they tell him about their love», says grandmother to the girl. Martha is sorry: «So they don’t love us, Grandma. It’s a pity.» «Sure, it’s a pity,» agrees her grandmother. «But only your grandfather came and fed the cats in the winter. That’s why they know him better than us».
«But I love the cats too,» mutters Martha.
«Calm down, Martha. Don’t get angry with them,» says her grandmother gingerly.
Nevertheless Martha feels the cats are just being nasty to her. Last summer they had so much fun playing together. She looks disappointed with her four-footed friends: «The cats have a very bad memory. They have forgotten me, and that’s it!»
Grandfather walks into the house, and the cats are cuddling up on each other now.
«Look, Grandma. The cats are kissing each other!» Martha is excited. «They are just having fun,» her grandmother explains.
Martha is smiling. Her cats are so cute. Martha was missing them badly in winter and has brought their favourite food with her. The girl wants to give it to the cats and pet them. But the cats escape in different directions.
Martha is sad and feels lonely. Can they become friends again?