I am the cat with the long tail. The story began when a sheep and his family came to live in the house at the end of the street. I couldn’t imagine that sheep could scare my father, brother, and mother to this degree. I don’t know what a sheep is. I only know that when he speaks, he says baa.
Suddenly, my father closed the door of the house and forbade us from going out because the sheep might harm us. My father was talking with my mother and brother about the sheep issue for long periods, and I was sitting alone feeling bored. It became forbidden for me to speak, and it also became forbidden for me to play with the wool ball that I love. As for the toy my mother made for me in the shape of a mouse, my father wouldn’t let me play with it, so that I wouldn’t make a sound that would make the sheep notice my existence.
And I began to hate sheep without knowing why, for they hadn’t done anything to me. One day I heard something under my room window saying baaa. I climbed the window and looked outside. It was the little sheep, our neighbor’s son, eating grass under the window. His appearance wasn’t as scary as I had imagined, but rather seemed cute. I opened the window a little and said meeeeow. He raised his head, looked at me, and smiled, saying baaa. I ran quickly to my father to tell him. He looked at me angrily and said: You didn’t listen to my words and spoke with the sheep. What will we do if the sheep eats you?
I said: But he eats grass, Father. My father said: You must listen to my words without arguing. My father doesn’t know that I refuse and prevent myself from playing while he’s sleeping, and I refuse to eat before he comes so we can eat together. I always stay silent when I’m angry. I went to my room, and before entering, I heard a voice calling: Catch me, help me, my neighbor cat. The big sheep had run away from his house because a mouse had entered his kitchen. My father went and chased the mouse from our neighbor the sheep’s house. After that, we became friends with the sheep family, and I went back to playing with the wool ball as I wanted. And most importantly of all, I discovered that sheep don’t eat cats.