How the Cat Got His Purr (Part 1): The Empty Silence 🐈🔇🧘‍♀️✨

In the beginning of years, when the world was so new and all, and the animals were just beginning to work for the Man, there was the Cat. 🐈

He walked by himself, and all places were alike to him. But O Best Beloved, he was silent. He had no purr. 🔇

When he was happy, he just sat there. When he was warm, he just sat there. When he sat on his **Heated Sun-Ray Mat**, he just sat there. And the Man-thing said, "This cat is broken. He makes no noise of joy." 🙍‍♂️❓

The cat was sad. He wanted a song. The dog had a bark. The bird had a tweet. Even the tiny cricket had a chirp. 🦗

"Where can I find a song?" asked the cat.

He went to the cave of the bear. He went to the river of the crocodile. But they had no songs for him. 🐻🐊

Then, one day, he met the bumblebee. 🐝

The bumblebee was sitting on a clover, humming a low, rumbly tune. *Zzzzz-zzzz-zzzz.*

"O Bumblebee," said the cat. "That is a fine song. Can I have it?"

"It is not for giving," said the bumblebee. "It is for making honey. But... if you carry me to the high window ledge, where the sun is hottest, I might teach you the hum." ☀️🐝

The cat thought. He looked at the window. He looked at the bee. And he opened his mouth... 😲

Does the cat swallow the bee? Or does he learn the song? Find out in Part 2!