Here are my friends, but no human ones（息子の作文の英訳）
Here are my friends, but no human ones
I have fewer friends in terms of 'human beings'. I don't know why, but I often find myself embarrassed when I ask or talk with somebody. Not that I am never a complete inadequate communicator. But compared with others, I am not good at handling such face-to-face communication.
Right now I love cycling to a large park nearby, where a dozen of stray cats and a rooster find their shelters. They make me so comfortable that they let me open my heart. There, I am acutely aware that they also have different expressions or characters, just like we humans. Some are trying to kick in their hind legs at me while pressing the fore legs tight against my hands when I stroke their bellies; others standing bolt upright and thrusting their heads eagerly against my palms when I try patting their heads. They are very different sorts of cats indeed.
Here the rooster, an old one, is so nimble as if he were a younger one, because each time he finds his human friends, he is always rushing at them. I don't know where he came from; perhaps he might flee from somewhere else. He is extremely friendly, and he is eagerly expressing his glee to humans when he meets them, and he does so even when they come without bringing any food. An amiable rooster.
I have had the time of my life with them, but of course there are some of bitter moments; encounter with them, and then comes sad parting. Every year some of them have been gone, either taken away or died naturally.'I don't blame the takers for whisking them away, because some are stray cats, but others are not homeless. In this park, they have their own friends. Taking them away means breaking their friendship, including mine; the rest of us lose our playmates. I miss them, too. So I don't want to see them taken, without any special reason for it.
Last year, at a corner of building materials site in the park, there lived a white kitten and an adult calico cat. On one summer day, suddenly the senior one disappeared. The senior cat was the only playmate for the white kitty. The kitten looks so poor, so I felt very frustrated that I couldn't stop the playmate cat from being taken. Please do not take them away merely because they look cute. If you try to do something with any good intention, there are some cases where the results might be worse than you thought.
And for me, in the process of playing with them, somehow I find myself getting better at interacting with humans. Perhaps the cats and the old rooster have taught me something; anyway I feel very grateful to 'my friends' for being well together. Let's keep our friendship alive as ever, guys!