Purrscilla
lives
on a farm. She’s a long-haired white Persian with so much fur she looks
like an
oversized stuffed animal.
Under her fluffy
white coat is a skinny little unassuming sweet kitty cat, completely
hidden by
all that soft fluff.
She naps often and
loves roaming around the big farm yard. Watching birds is a great
pleasure, but
has no desire to chase them.
One day a little
mouse, with a spring in his step, walks over to Purrscilla.
“Hi.”
She
looks down and
sees the darling happy little mouse. It’s quite friendly and has a
cheerful smile.
“Hi.
“Whatcha
doin?” He
cocks his head a bit showing curiosity.
“Sunning myself.
It’s warm and bright. I don’t do it at night, nope, there’s no reason
‘cause
there’s no sun to warm me up then. So I go inside when the sun goes
behind
those trees and mountains, into night mode. How about you? What’s your
name?”
“Bach, that’s Johann
S. Bach. Somebody plays wonderful music in that house over there, and
even more
exciting is that I go and sit under the piano to listen to the Mistress
play. I
like the music a lot. I’m named after the composer of what music she
seems to
prefer playing.”
“You know a lot
for a mouse, Johann. How did you find our farm, and why did you choose
it?”
“Oh, that’s easy.
I talked to the cows, the chickens, the owl, the rabbits, the crows and
finally, the squirrels. They all said it was the very best place in all
the
valley. I like finding new things and especially like hunting down
chocolate,
berries, grapes, bird seed, nuts and dog kibble. I love the pizza
that’s thrown
out, plus it fills my tummy up. I get lucky once in a while. Especially
when the
master has B-B-Q’s. That’s when I get so full I can hardly move.”
“Where do you live
now? You said you are in the house to listen to the piano music but
where is
your real actual home?”
“Over there. I
have a delightful little space with a warm bed made from a colorful
material
that I found inside one of the rooms when I was poking around.”
Purrscilla notices
he points to her own house. “I live there. Are you my neighbor or
secret
roommate?”
“Well, now, I
guess I’m your roommate. I often sneak up to you when you sleep and
cuddle into
your warm wonderful fur. You never have noticed. I get out of there
when you
move. I’ve figured out which way to run like the dickens away from you
when your
eyes open. You’ve never looked my way, or have you?”
“No, never. I am
kind of lazy and don’t run after anything or hunt. I won’t
hurt anything.
“Well, that’s
excellent. You have a good heart and care. I like that. I think we will
be
friends.”
“O.K. with me. You
seem pretty nice.”
So
with that first
conversation a lovely relationship is built.
.
ONE RAINY DAY
Purrscilla and
Johann wander far away from the house. They are curious and want to
check
everything out. They hear the talking ‘CAWs’ of crows and notice all of
them
flying off and away. Suddenly the wind picks up. Trees start bending
severely.
Leaves are flying through the air like rain. Anything lightweight
becomes
airborne. All the tiny birds and critters hide to be safe.
“Oh my gosh, I
think it’s going to rain. Look up!”
Purrscilla raises
her head and sees billowing black angry looking clouds. The gusts of
wind push
all her fur away from her face. “You’re right. We better hurry. Get up
on my
back. We’ll get home faster that way and both of us will be safe.”
So, Purrscilla and
Johann attempt to outrun the awful storm surrounding them, they are hit
with
every bit of turbulence the weather is creating now. There are two loud
thunderclaps, both seem to be pretty close. Hail begins pounding around
them.
Temporarily they duck under a food trough. They worry the lightening
may be
attracted to the metal rim above them. It has an aluminum trim
surrounding the
top to keep the animals from chewing the wood up. The pounding rain
makes a
loud racquet as large hail balls hit it.
They’re getting dripping wet and cold and are beginning to worry
about
their safety.
The hail finally
ends and the rain pours down even harder and heavier. They stay where
they are
in order to outlast the storm. Pretty soon they figure it’s time to get
out of
there because the storm seems to be getting worse. Winds and heavy
rains make
big puddles around them. All the farm animals had long gone to their
shelters
and barn.
“I think we better
make a run for it, Johann. What do you think?”
“I can hang onto
your fur as tight as possible while you run home.”
“Better yet, climb
on my back, like you did before, and hang on so you’ll be safe.”
Purrscilla
looks around carefully to figure out the best way to get home.
“Ready?”
“Yup!”
Purrscilla runs
like a track star toward the house. Johann is bobbing up and down,
hanging on
for dear life. Right now home seems far away. They both are cold and
soaking
wet. The rain is in their eyes and Purrscilla is having trouble seeing
her
pathway home. She’s anxious to be dry, warm and lay in front of the
fireplace where
she will get all cozy.
As they head home,
lots of small things fly past them. The winds seem to have picked up
even more
speed, everything lightweight is flung high and in every direction with
the
upsurge.
Finally, Purrscilla
sees the back porch, runs up the steps and goes through the doggie
door. Johann
is still hanging on, scared and shaking from the fear and cold too,
plus he is
dripping wet, just like Purrscilla.
“Are you OK?”
“I think so, that
was quite a ride. We’re lucky we survived that awful, scary storm. Your
quick
thinking and actions saved us. How are you now?”
“Well, we both
need to dry out. Bet you’re as hungry as I am, want lunch?”
With that, the two
of them settle down, find a perfect spot where the warmth of the
fireplace is
soothing and their tummies are now full, the rest of their day is just
fine.
A little later
they move towards the piano where the mistress plays Johann Sabastian
Bach,
which makes Johann very happy and puts Purrscilla to sleep.
Johann is tucked close into the warm fur of Purrscilla as the peaceful music fills the room with sounds of joy.
