In honor of day 3 of the A to Z challenge and the letter C–here is a silly little story with lots of C’s
CASSY THE CAT CROCHETS A COUPLE OF KITTENS
by Susan Bruck
Every night that the stars were out, Cassie and Charlie Catz went into their garden. They held their paws together and wished on a star that they could have kittens of their own. They wanted them more than anything. They watched the tiny kittens in the neighborhood chasing butterflies and each other. They watched them snuggling up for a nap in the sun.
One day, after Cassie had finished crocheting a warm winter cap for Charlie, she had a bit of yarn left. With her hook and the fuzzy grey yarn, she knit four squares, two big and two small. Then she took her wooden needle and sewed and stuffed the squares with some odd bits of wool.
When Charlie came home, Cassie proudly showed him her work.
“Look,” she said. “Kittens of our very own. One for you and one for me.”
The moon glowed full and bright that night. They placed the kittens in the lavender bed so the moonlight lit their woolen faces. The moon was so bright that only one star showed in the night sky. Cassie and Charlie held paws and held the kittens close to their hearts. They looked at that star and wished with all their might that they could have real kittens.
They both felt something strange. A squirming near their hearts. They looked down into the eyes of two living kittens. Their wish had come true!
They lay down in the grass and rolled around with the little ones. They watched them chase moonbeams.
They whipped up some tuna chip cookies for them and then they all snuggled into their cozy bed together.
Cassie woke alone the next morning afraid that it had all been a dream. But as she crept out to the kitchen, she was greeted with sounds of laughter and saw Charlie dangling the end of her yarn in front of two leaping kittens.
They named them Lavender and Blue Moon. Lavender because they came to life in the lavender bed and Blue Moon because such a thing could happen only once in a blue moon.
One day, Charlie and Cassie decided went to the market together and the kittens stayed home. The kittens found the hat Cassie had crocheted for Charlie. First, they curled up in it and took a nap. Then they ate a snack on it. Then they started pouncing on the hat. Soon they were wrestling with it and they tore a hole in it. Actually, they tore it to pieces. It was a lot of fun.
But when they finished, they realized they shouldn’t have done that. They were afraid their mama and papa would be angry. They hid in the tall lavender bed.
When Cassie and Charlie came home and no kittens scampered to the door, they called for them, but they didn’t answer. Cassie and Charlie looked in the closets, under the beds, inside drawers, in the dryer, anyplace they could think of where kittens might hide.
Finally, Cassie came across the bits of yarn.
“Oh, Charlie, come here! Our kittens have torn each other to bits.”
Charlie and Cassie tenderly gathered the bits of yarn. When night came, they took the bits of wool into the garden. It shone from the light of a thousand stars and shone even more brightly through their tears.
“This is where they came to life, our little crocheted kittens, and this is where we will leave them to rest. Maybe the birds can use what’s left of them to build a nest.”
Charlie said, “I would give anything to have Lavender and Blue Moon back again.”
They scattered the bits of yarn over the lavender bed where two kittens had fallen asleep.
Both kittens sneezed when bits of wool landed tickled their noses.
“Bless you, Charlie” said Cassie.
But it wasn’t Charlie who sneezed. It wasn’t Cassie, either.
They looked deep into the lavender bed and saw their dear little ones hiding.
After the kittens told them what had happened, Cassie and Charlie hugged them. Cassie explained to them how they used to be made of wool and turned real.
“There is nothing you can do that will stop us from loving you. You are our dear kittens and we love you with all our hearts.”
Then they all went inside and had some warm milk and tuna chip cookies. The next day, Cassie crocheted each of them a little grey kitten and filled it with catnip. They spent hours pouncing on the kittens and batting them with their paws. But they remembered not to rip them to pieces, just in case someday they might turn into real kittens, too.
This story was inspired by the story of the Snow Maiden–where an old Russian couple wishes for a child and wistfully watch (day W?) the children playing. One day they build a snowmaiden and she comes to life. She comes to a less happy end than these little kittens, though.
I hope you enjoyed this little ditty of a story.
Thanks for stopping by!
In case you’re interested, here are links to other cat stories I’ve written–
There are so many wonderful cat stories–off hand I can think of–The Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss, many versions of The Three Little Kittens, Millions of Cats by Wanda Gag–published in 1928, it’s the oldest picture book still in print, Puss in Boots.
And as I was looking for more cat fairy tales, I found this great post about cat fairy tales and fairy cats.
What cat stories do you like?