The Dream Cat

There we are. I want to write every day. But "every day" does not want me to write. I don't feel like writing every day and "every day" doesn't feel like waiting for me. So, I'm going to trick him in a way. Going through my old posts I picked one, relatively positive text and decided to translate it into English. Perhaps, my non-azeri friends would like to hear a story about a "dream cat". There was a story I read in Asiadeh's blog, an extract from "The Book Thief"( http://thoughts-in-rainbow.blogspot.com/2013/02/soz-silklyn-qz.html ). The author's aim was to deliver truth through a tale. Inspiring. 

What if I tell you a tale through truth? What if I show you little wonders that you have never paid attention to? What if? I will name the story "A boy who shook a cat tree". Once upon a time, in one of the small city parks I saw a little boy who just started to walk. He was holding to his grandma's hands. But eyes fixed ahead of him, to walk, to explore. And then there was a cat, lazily strolling towards the sunshine, uninterested in the boy although not unaware of his presence. The boy dropped his grandma's hand and clumsily rushed to the cat. May be, he wanted to stroke the kitty. It is a difficult thing to read the thoughts of a two year old toddler. May be, he wanted to discover the cat, by touching. Whatever the boy wanted, the cat quickly became tired of him and jumped on to the tree behind him climbing up and up to the top. That is when I saw the things unseen. The boy approached the tree and started shaking it with all the zest that he had in his fragile hands, believing he will shake the cat off the tree. Everyone looked but nobody saw except me. I saw, how the boy's hands were weak enough even to cause a leaf to fall, I saw the fact the tree will not sway like our destinies and I saw that despite the firmness with which the tree stood upright, the cat watched the boy and feared it could fall, his claws tight in the tree trunk. It was two of us, the cat and I who saw now. The message was delivered - the tree represented our life. The cat was our dreams. And who were we? Perhaps, that little toddler who was trying to shake off his dreams!