I woke up. For some reason I felt I was not alone. I opened my eyes. Sitting on my chest was a tiny little cat, as big as my finger. He was naked and shivering to the bone. His teeth were chattering. I sat up and he immediately fell off my chest onto my feet. He was sitting cross-legged with his arms wrapped around himself. But he was still shivering.
Then I noticed the others. Lots of them. They were tucked up in my bed. One was even clinging onto my hair. Without thinking I said, “Do you mind getting off my head?” The cat shrieked and let go at once, tumbling down my back and onto my pillow. I jumped out of bed. I was too amazed to be frightened. It did not look like these creatures could bite. “Right. What you need is something warm. Why don't you snuggle in my bed? I have been in it, and it will be nice and warm.” To my surprise I sounded as if I had known these cats all my life. I climbed down the ladder to get them something to eat, but I fell down and landed with a “BUMP” at the bottom. I heard the shrieking and yelling in my bed. “If you don’t quiet down I will not get you anything to eat!” I said. That made them quiet. Then I realised what I had said. “Sorry.” I mumbled, and scuttled out of the room.
I Pulled on my blue furry dressing gown and slipped my feet into my warm slippers. They were really boots made out of cotton with fur inside them. I snuggled my feet thankfully inside them. Then I went to the kitchen and made myself a bowl of cornflakes with oat milk. Then I remembered the cats in my room were hungry, so I made another bowl.
I carried the two bowls into the bedroom, and put one on the floor so I could get up the ladder holding the other bowl. I set it on the bed. I heard exited meowing as the cats ran to the bowl. I heard some slurping and burping. Gee! Those cats really need some lessons in manners when they are eating!
I climbed up the rungs and looked at the bowl. The cat’s had drunk all the milk, but the lonely little corn-flakes were still sitting, sadly, in the bowl.
The biggest cat burped.
“Excuse me,” I said, “But why will you not eat your cornflakes?” The cat looked at me scornfully. “Because,” he said in a slimy way, “We are cats. We dislike cornflakes.” “Just try one. I promise, they are delicious.” The cat frowned, and took a wobbly step to the bowl. Then he daintily picked up a cornflake. He held it up to the light to inspect the colour. Then sniffed it. I sighed. “Just shove the whole thing in your mouth.” I said. “Stop interrupting.” snapped the cat. I just rolled my eyes.
Finally, the cat lifted the cornflake and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. He chewed a while, inspecting the flavour of soggy cornflake. Then spat it out all over on my bed. “Pah! Yucky, Yucky!” He exclaimed.I sighed. “Wait there.” I said. I had an idea. I looked in my basket of material. I had 20 pieces of cloth. Then I went back to my bedroom and took one cat to the art studio. Then I made a tiny shirt, a pair of trousers and socks. The cat looked very pleased with himself in his new cloths. Then I did this to all the cats, and it took a really long time. But they all thought they looked very smart.