Caracal - a story from my childhood

When I was seven or eight years old me, my Mom and a few of her girlfriends when to the forest outside of our city. 

The weather was nice, we picked a lot of mushrooms and berries, were walking deeper in the forest, looking at the tall trees. 

One of the women said: "Look a cat!". And she pointed at the near by tree. We all looked for a minute.