There once was a little cat with a voice so enchanting that anyone who heard it was swept away. Its owner, pro…
There once was a little cat with a voice so enchanting that anyone who heard it was swept away. Its owner, proud as could be, brought the cat to every banquet just to let it sing.
But at one such feast, the honeyed dishes on the table drew a swarm of bees from the trees. Guests scattered, yet the owner and the cat were not so fortunate.
After that day, Gigi could no longer sing—and the owner who once called its voice a blessing was gone as well.
All that remained was a hoarse rasp that made people wrinkle their noses and chase it off. Until it met Master Mao. He squinted down at the bedraggled cat, and then tapped a grass nest by his feet.
Meow Meow slipped inside—and never left.