Sook The Wook.

Sook the Wook was the oldest of all the cats. Being so old, she was also considered the wisest of all the cats. This may or may not have been entirely true, but she was certainly wise in her own way.

All the other cats came to her for advice. One day, two cats approached with a mouse. They explained to her that they had both pounced at the same time, and were currently arguing as to which of them would get to eat it. Sook the Wook heard both their stories patiently before ruminating a while. Finally, she came to a judgement and without a word sprang forward and swallowed the mouse whole. "Now, it belongs to neither of you. You shouldn't have been so foolish in arguing between yourselves."

Reluctantly, the two cats accepted her judgement and went their own ways. When she was sure they had gone, Sook the Wook leaned forward and coughed hard. After a couple more coughs, she brought the mouse up and spat him on the floor, still alive and quite confused. Sook the Wook bent down and spoke in soft tones to the mouse. "I'm sorry I had to do that; had I not, one of them would surely have eaten you. Go from here, and be safe little friend."

The mouse looked at Sook the Wook in surprise, then bowed gratefully and ran away. The next day, Sook the Wook awoke from her mid-morning pre-lunch slumber to find the mouse had returned with some friends, and they had brought her some cheese. "My family and I brought you this to say thank you for saving my life," said the mouse.

"There is wisdom in mercy," replied Sook the Wook. "Thank you for your gift."

In fact, so grateful was the mouse that he and his family would bring some cheese to Sook the Wook every day, which made her most happy. Sook the Wook loved cheese.

Jinxx The Time Cat

One day, Jinxx found a hole in time, through which she could travel to any point, and any place in the whole of history.

So she went back to last Thursday tea time, when she had salmon.

Jinxx loved salmon.

The Tale of Madam Goodwitch and Gizzly-Gee.

Madam Goodwitch loved two things - knitting and making magic. The only problem was that she was a little bit short-sighted, and had a bad memory. One day, she realised how lonely she had been feeling of late, so decided to do something about it. She would knit herself a little toy kitten. She sat in her big chair by the fire, picked up her knitting needles, and started knitting.

She reasoned she would start with the tail, as it was the longest and easiest part. As she knitted, from a fine black fluffy yarn, she started to sing.

"Oh Gizzly-Goo, Gizzly-Gee, make a little friend for me.
Oh Gizzly-Gee, Gizzly-Goo, make me a friend and I will love you."

The thing is, she had forgot that the last week she had broken her knitting needles when she sat on them, and the only thing she had left that was anything like a knitting needle were the two magic wands her father, who was a powerful magician had left her in his will.

She knitted and knitted, and soon enough, she had finished. In her sewing box were two beautiful green glass buttons, so she stitched them onto her toy kitten as eyes, and set her work down on the table to admire it.

As she stood back, she smiled at her work. "Gizzly-Gee." Remembering her song, she stroked the little toy kitten's head. "I shall call you Gizzly-Gee."

"Mreow?" The toy called Gizzly-Gee chirped back.

Madam Goodwitch was stunned. She reached out to touch Gizzly-Gee's fur. Gizzly-Gee, in return nudged her hand with its little head, purring. After a few moments, realisation set in. Madam Goodwitch picked up her little toy kitten and cuddled it with joy. "Oh my soul! My little kitten-toy is real! I love you little Gizzly-Gee!"

From that day on, Madam Goodwitch was never alone, her little Gizzly-Gee always sitting by her feet, playing with her yarn as she knitted, and sitting purring on her lap as she sat in her big chair of an evening.

Koshkin.

Koshkin was very tired.

"I'm so tired," she said as she climbed up to her favourite spot on the back of the sofa, next to the wall, "I could sleep for a bajillion years."

So she curled up into a little furry ball and did just that.

Aeons passed, civilisations came and went, stars and galaxies were born and died, and still she slept.

Finally she awoke to complete darkness.

Now, cats can see quite well in the dark, but this was a darkness so complete, so total, that even her green eyes could not penetrate it.

"Oh," said Koshkin. "This isn't very good."

She cleared her throat.

"Let there be light." 

"Please?"

Mizzlemog

Once upon a time, Mizzlemog yawned a yawn that was so big and so wide that she swallowed herself whole, and was never seen again.

- The End.

Shae-Shae and the Rude Shadow.

Shae-Shae was a big cat, and she cast a big shadow.

Unlike most shadows, Shae-Shae's shadow was exceptionally rude.

It would follow her around, sticking it's insubstantial black tongue out at her and shouting very rude things at her.

"Look out! Here comes Shae-Shae with her big bum!" The shadow would shout.

Shae-Shae found it very annoying. 

One day, Shae-Shae was out walking. She walked along the street and along the lane, and down the alley where she always goes on her way home. But this day, there was a big dog chained up near the bottom of the alley, and it barked and snarled at her, scaring her quite badly.

Shae-Shae ran, her heart pounding, her shadow keeping up with her easily. She ran toward the fence, which had a hole in it. Diving through the hole, she got half-way through and then got stuck.

Shae-Shae's shadow stopped in front of her and started laughing. "Look at Shae-Shae!" It cried out. "She's got her big bum stuck in the fence! Ha ha ha! Big bum Shae-Shae's got stuck!"

Shae-Shae, at first panicked and scared, was now growing angrier by the second. She wriggled and struggled, and struggled and wriggled until with a loud crack! the fence broke and she leapt forward, catching her shadow with her claws.

What happened next was not pleasant. Shae-Shae devoured her shadow from the top of its head to the tip of its tail, angrily munching and crunching every last bite. As she swallowed the last bit of her shadow, she licked her lips smugly.

From that day on, Shae-Shae never cast a shadow, and she never worried about the size of her bottom either.

Nine Tales Of Nine Tails. - Prologue to all cat-related stories on this site.

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. 

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.

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.

Biscuit The Dreamcatcher

Once I had a cat.
His name was Biscuit.
He was big and black and had a wonky tail that was shaped like a question mark.
He would sit at the foot of my bed as I slept, and catch the bad dreams and gobble them up.
Sometimes he let a bad dream get through, he didn't mean to.
When I woke up from a bad dream, he'd come up to me and rub his head against my face as if to say “I'm sorry. I missed that one. I'll try harder next time.”
But it didn't matter.
He used to eat lots and lots.
That's because catching bad dreams is a hard job.
He needed the energy.
One day he went from us.
He was hit by a car.
Mum said that he's in heaven now.
But I know that's not true.
He's still at the foot of my bed.
And he's even better at catching bad dreams than before.