Believe it or not, it was amazing! And the
most amazing thing was that the same story repeated every day. As soon
as the kitchen maid put a pot of milk and a pot of porridge on the oven,
they began to talk:
- I am Milk…
- And I am Porridge…
First they talked low, in a whisper,
but then they both started to boil with anger.
- I am Milk! I am Milk!
- And I am Porridge! Porridge! - The
porridge was really angry, it made bubbles, and the kitchen maid put a
lid on it. The Milk was awfully offended by this show off – just think,
only a porridge but behaves like a VIP! The Milk boiled, made foam and
waited for a chance to leave its pot. If the kitchen maid turned away for
a moment, the Milk would run on the hot oven.
- What should I do with this milk? -
Complained the kitchen maid, - I turned away only for a minute, and it
- What can I do? It’s all my hot temper,
- Answered the Milk.
Sometimes the porridge also ran over
the oven even despite its lid.
- What should I do with this porridge?
- The kitchen maid was really upset.
In the same kitchen lived a beloved of
the kitchen maid – a big Siberian Cat called Mur. The first thing he did
in the morning was to follow the kitchen maid and mew so pleadingly that
even a heart of ice would melt. “Wait a little bit, I have so many things
to do! Wait! I’ll feed you soon!” The kitchen maid would say. “I can't
wait! I cant wait!” mewed Mur. “Just yesterday you ate a pound of liver!
How can you eat so much?!” “But that was yesterday!” Mur was amused. “Today
I'm hungry again! If I were a human I would give liver to all the cats
from early morning till early morning…” “You are a lazy-bone! Go
and catch a mouse!” “Ha! Easy to say! Catch a mouse! Did you try yourself?
Did you ever catch a single mouse? Besides, I do what I can do! Last week
I almost caught a rat, a gigantic one, see, I still have a scratch on my
nose! It's easy for you to say!..”
After having his big morning portion
of liver Mur would lie close to the oven and doze. An hour's rest later
Mur would like to be entertained. For example to sit on the window-sill
over which a cage with a canary hung and watch the silly bird, or to sit
near the oven and listen to the quarrel of the Milk and the Porridge.
- I am Milk!
- I am Porridge!
- Can't catch why they are so angry.
If I would say "I am cat, I am cat, I am cat" all the time, why should
anyone be angry?
Once the Milk and the Porridge were
arguing so hotly, that both poured out on the oven. The kitchen maid was
very distressed. She took them both off, put them on a table and left for
market. Mur used the situation to get acquainted closely. He sat beside
the Milk, blew at it and said: “Don't be angry, Milk!” The Milk began to
calm down. Mur blew at them both and said in a very sweet voice: “Choose
me a judge, and I’ll settle your case”.
A black cockroach, listening to Mur,
choked with laughter. But the Milk and the Porridge were happy to find
somebody who would decide who was better. Mur blew again, then tried them
both and began to lap the milk. “My verdict is that Milk is better!”
When the kitchen maid came home the
milk-pot was empty. Mur was soundly asleep with an innocent expression
on his milk stained whiskers.
“What a rascal!” cried the kitchen maid,
lifting him by the scruff of the neck, “Who drank the milk? Answer!”
It was very unpleasant and steady pain,
but Mur withstood it and pretended not to understand. When he was thrown
out through the door, he licked his ruffled fur, lifted his tail and said:
“If I were a kitchen maid I would serve all the cats milk from early morning
till early morning. I am not angry with her, she is just a human and does
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