Pink Cat

The cat appeared on a winter morning on the way to school. He looked out of the coal storage and started following me. The school was far away. By the time we got there, the cat was frozen. I took him under my fur coat and brought him to the classroom. The cat warmed up under the radiator and began his journey around the classroom. “Whose cat is this?” asked the Teacher. “This is my friend!” I answered bravely. The Teacher nodded her head and said, “Tell your friend not to disturb us while we study, and we will continue the lesson.”

The hardest part was walking past the house where two big dogs lived, and although I was friendly with all the dogs on the street, I somehow couldn’t make friends with these two grumpy guys. The fur coat was small, and the cat was big and still heavy. The cat felt the importance of the moment, tucked his tail and paws, peeking out from under the fur coat, and I walked past the noisy guards with my head held high.

“Whose cat is this?” asked Mom. “He’s good!” I answered bravely and added, “This is my friend!” “Good! Take care of him!”, said Mom and smiled. Later Cat literally saved me from the big grumbling dogs, leading them along with him.

The wisdom of life remains in us not as memories, but as a foundation that helps us grow. Where Life helps us learn how to understand, support and care for each other. How many life paths we walked together! And then a fairy tale appeared. Welcome to Fairy Tale World!

Olga and the Fairy Tale Team 🙂

PINK CAT

Pink Cat was sitting on a cloud and gazing down. . . .

From above, everything seemed small, like children scattering their toys on a colorful blanket. Pink Cat stretched out and lay down cozily on his cloud to better observe everything happening down on Earth. Down there, life gradually awoke after a night’s sleep. Roosters sang, people hurried about their affairs. . . . The river shone with a beautiful winding ribbon in the Sun, like milk in a saucer, leaving the remnants of a thick white mist under the hills.

Pink Cat closed his eyes, letting the Sun warm his back. Pink Cat was unusual, not only because he sat on a cloud and was pink in color. His large blue eyes were unusual. They seemed to look at the whole Sky and see in the distance what others might not notice: Pink Cat was from the Land of Childhood. He lived on a cloud and composed dreams, and when night came, he sent them, like precious postcards, to people on Earth.

The dreams were different: funny, humorous, sad, but all were kind and gentle, like a tender mother’s hands. Down there, people did not know where these dreams came from.  Children were just happy for them, and adults were surprised and looked for secret signs that would explain the meanings of what they had seen. . . . Everyone who saw such dreams forever saved a wonderful feeling of inspiration and harmony. This is probably why no one wanted to talk about them. As a great treasure, they were kept by everyone in the most secret corner of the heart, warming with their light.

While composing dreams time flew imperceptibly. But when the last stars closed their weary eyes, Pink Cat also felt weariness and usually went to sleep. Only this time he could not—he saw Little Girl. . . .

Little Girl ran to the river, like a mischievous grasshopper, jumping high so as not to wet her skirt with dew. Her thin legs were glistening among the grass, her braid unraveled, and light linen hair rose easily in the air. Little Girl had a marvelous pink dream today! Such a beautiful dream! Little Girl ran to the river and, laughing happily, plunged into the cool morning water.

She greeted her friend Duck, raised her head, and . . . saw Pink Cat on a cloud! Little Girl was surprised by the unusual spectacle but was not afraid.

“Hello!” she said to Pink Cat.
“Hello!” Pink Cat smiled back.
“What are you doing there?” asked Little Girl.
“I live here,” purred Pink Cat. “I compose dreams and send them to people on Earth as postcards. Do you want to come here, closer to the Sun?”
“Yes! I do!” Little Girl exclaimed happily. “How do I get to you?”

It was the first time Pink Cat had made such an offer. But he remembered what he had seen before: the wind had been blowing and scattering fluffy clouds across the Sky, making them like long, thin, white strands of wool. Pink Cat carefully scratched the edge of the cloud with his paw, and a part of the soft cloud’s wool came out. . . .

Little Girl knew how to twist wool into threads. She often sat next to Grandma, looking at how she made wool yarn and had even tried to help her several times. But she didn’t make it very well at the time, and the thread was uneven. Grandma kindly comforted her, saying that Little Girl is still small, but with just a bit more time, everything will work out. . . .

Now, everything really worked out—a thin, but strong white thread stretched from the Sky down to Earth. The cloud decreased in size, and Pink Cat couldn’t lie down on it as cozily as he had before. But at the bottom stood Little Girl, clutching the end of the thread in her hands, and with hope looking up at the Sky.

Pink Cat picked up with his paw a barely visible thread and started to pull it to himself. As a small sparrow flies off a branch, Little Girl broke away easily from Earth and rose into the air. . . . She settled down next to Pink Cat and looked around. Sitting on the cloud was soft and cozy. The sounds of Earth came up from below as a light bee buzz. Large fluffy clouds floated across the Sky. If they were a little closer, Little Girl would have jumped to them like an air grasshopper.
“Where did you come from?” she asked Pink Cat.
“From the Land of Childhood,” Pink Cat purred.
“This is why you are pink?” Little Girl curiously continued.
“Yes!” replied Pink Cat.
“Your eyes are like the Sky,” Little Girl said. “How beautiful the Sky is!”
“Your eyes are also like the Sky,” smiled Pink Cat.
“No, my eyes are like cornflowers! My mommy told me so!” Little Girl laughed and clarified, “Cornflowers are like your Sky. They are also blue and beautiful!”
“We all have one Sky,” smiled Pink Cat.

Pink Cat and Little Girl, sitting on the cloud, talked. They seemed to have known each other for a long time.
“You know, today I had a dream,” said Little Girl. “It was a light and joyful dream! I didn’t tell anyone down there. Do you want me to tell you?”
“I know your dream,” Pink Cat closed his eyes. “I sent this dream to you last night.” Little Girl laughed merrily.
“Oh! Yes, of course! How could I have not guessed, I’m still asleep!” To prove it, she pinched herself and gasped in pain, “Ouch!”
“Why did you pinch yourself? I would have told you that you are not sleeping!” purred Pink Cat.
“So, you are real?” Little Girl said in surprise.
“H-mm. How else would you come up here?” said Pink Cat thoughtfully. “I am the real Pink Cat from the Land of Childhood. If you do not believe that such a country exists, then I really do not exist . . .”
“No, I believe, I believe!” Little Girl hurried to assure him. “But it is sad that Childhood disappears with time.”

Looking intently at Little Girl, Pink Cat nodded.
“Childhood will never disappear if people don’t forget.”
“I will never forget!” Little Girl assured Pink Cat forcefully. “Childhood is beautiful like a fairy tale! I will remember your dream!”
They were silent for a moment, looking down at Earth, then Little Girl asked again, “Is it difficult composing dreams for us people?”
Pink Cat smiled, “No! But sometimes it’s harder to send dreams to someone who needs them.”
“And what happens to those dreams?”
“They remain in the Sky, flying in the air like invisible birds.”
“If someone calls his dreams, will they be back?”
“Of course . . .”
Little Girl thought, and then said firmly, “Your dreams are needed by everyone! From them, a heart is filled with joy! You know, my grandma always says: ‘Joy, Love, Kindness will fill your heart like spring water quenching your thirst on the path of life.’”

Little Girl looked down at Earth.
“Oh! I need to go home,” she said. “Look, my mommy is already looking for me!” She gently stroked Pink Cat on his pink fur. “I will remember you! Thank you!”
“There will always be a place on my cloud for you,” said Pink Cat, and closed his eyes so Little Girl would not notice the sadness in them.

Grasping the thread, Little Girl easily slid down, immediately becoming a small dot on the river bank. She waved to Pink Cat and ran home to the earthly affairs that awaited her.
White clouds continued on their own journey in the high blue Sky.

 It seemed there was no meeting . . . but now Little Girl knew that she is connected with the beautiful blue Sky by a thin but very strong thread. And up there, on a fluffy white cloud, lives Pink Cat from the Land of Childhood, in whose eyes you can see what you want to say.

Pink Cat, basking in the Sun, fell asleep. He knew—his dreams would always be needed. When the next night comes, he will compose new ones and send them to people so the thin threads that connect Earth and Sky will be saved. . . .

P.S.
“This white fluffy cloud looks like a cat!” laughed the little participant of the master class. She carefully adjusted the fluffy cotton balls on the paper and turned to her mother, “Mom, look! Just like our cat!” “It does!” laughed her mother.

They will have their own fairy tale, which they will invent together, giving the beauty of the heart to each other. . . . Each of us has an amazing world in our hearts, boundless and beautiful, like the big blue sky.