All cats have tales, even those who don't have tails.
When they meet, they compare tales, and they compare tails. And sometimes the tails have tales, and sometimes the tales have tales.
This is nine tales of nine tails.
Friday 26 April 2013
The Yosher's Dream.
The Yosher was a cat who liked to sleep.
And when he slept, he had dreams.
One afternoon, as he slept, he dreamed he was a comet.
He dreamed he was a huge glowing comet with a long fiery tail, flying through space at incredible speeds.
Later that day, as day turned to dusk and dusk turned to night, he was sat upon the windowsill when he saw something amazing in the sky.
Up there, cutting across the dark was a shooting star, brilliant and bright with a long fiery tail.
And from that moment on, he was never quite sure if he was a cat that had once dreamed of being a comet,
Or if he was a comet that was still dreaming of being a cat.
And when he slept, he had dreams.
One afternoon, as he slept, he dreamed he was a comet.
He dreamed he was a huge glowing comet with a long fiery tail, flying through space at incredible speeds.
Later that day, as day turned to dusk and dusk turned to night, he was sat upon the windowsill when he saw something amazing in the sky.
Up there, cutting across the dark was a shooting star, brilliant and bright with a long fiery tail.
And from that moment on, he was never quite sure if he was a cat that had once dreamed of being a comet,
Or if he was a comet that was still dreaming of being a cat.
Thursday 25 April 2013
Nozzie Mojo And The Moon.
Nozzie Mojo was a mischievous cat, but very clever with it.
He would sleep all day, and scheme all night; for what he really wanted was to eat the moon.
Every evening, he would sit upon the windowsill, looking up at the moon and licking his lips.
One day, he approached Mother Crow, for he had a plan.
"Take me up to the moon," he pleaded, "I want to give it a goodnight kiss."
"No," said Mother Crow. "You are too young and will be sick at such a height."
Next he went to see Uncle Monkey. "Throw me in the air so I can touch the moon!"
"Certainly not!" Said Uncle Monkey. "You are too young and will be hurt if you fall too far."
Then he went to sleep and scheme a while longer, and when he woke, he went to see Grandfather Tree.
"Grandfather Tree!" He said. "I bet you can't grow so high you can touch the moon!"
"Insolent kitten!" Said Grandfather Tree. "I'll show you!" And he grew and he grew until his top branches could touch the moon.
No-one really knows what happened next, but when they look to see the moon, there's often a large chunk of it missing - as if someone had taken a bite out of it.
And Nozzie Mojo sits on his windowsill all the time, smiling and purring all day and glowing all night.
He would sleep all day, and scheme all night; for what he really wanted was to eat the moon.
Every evening, he would sit upon the windowsill, looking up at the moon and licking his lips.
One day, he approached Mother Crow, for he had a plan.
"Take me up to the moon," he pleaded, "I want to give it a goodnight kiss."
"No," said Mother Crow. "You are too young and will be sick at such a height."
Next he went to see Uncle Monkey. "Throw me in the air so I can touch the moon!"
"Certainly not!" Said Uncle Monkey. "You are too young and will be hurt if you fall too far."
Then he went to sleep and scheme a while longer, and when he woke, he went to see Grandfather Tree.
"Grandfather Tree!" He said. "I bet you can't grow so high you can touch the moon!"
"Insolent kitten!" Said Grandfather Tree. "I'll show you!" And he grew and he grew until his top branches could touch the moon.
No-one really knows what happened next, but when they look to see the moon, there's often a large chunk of it missing - as if someone had taken a bite out of it.
And Nozzie Mojo sits on his windowsill all the time, smiling and purring all day and glowing all night.
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