Mooris the cat: 2015

12/19/2015

Mooris and the Moon

Mooris the cat likes going out at nights when the moon is full and bright.
He wanders across the rooftops of the buildings, between chimneys and antennas and dormer windows, under the pale blue moonlight.
He likes sitting and staring at the moon and he thinks about what is it made of.

-Is it cheese that someone eats?
or is a stone that rolls and rolls?Sometimes - he thinks- it smells like cream
sometimes the moon is red like a rose. Does it smile? Does it cry?
I wonder why is it so high.I wonder what's that light in the sky.

Then Mooris climbs into a tower of a church,
He imagines he is an astronaut,
Flying higher and higher in the sky
And landind on the moon to see how is it like.
When Mooris the Cat, the first catstronaut, reaches the moon,
He goes out of his spaceship made of stone
And realises that this foreing land
is made of nothing but wool! Text by Daniel Carvajal.

12/08/2015

Mooris the cat also lives in the third dimension...

... full of colour.
He is a toy-cushion....
Making your life more confortable.
He is a money-box...
Helping you to save your money.
He is a lapel-pin...
Going with you wherever you go.

Mooris the cat leaves the paper to conquer the space... Mooris the cat has a life in 3D

11/19/2015

The fishercat

Mooris the cat loves the beach although he doesn't like rocks or algae. He either doesn't like when he leaves the beach and the tiny sand grains are stucked to his fur.
He also loves the sea although he doesn't like having baths on it because it is cold and salty and wet.
And he also loves fishing, somehow, because he really likes free fish. But Mooris doesn't like holding the fishing rod or waiting for the fish.
So he decided to invent a new machine, in wich he worked for several weeks. He used a dock chair, his fishing rod and a lot of mechanisms and gears.
When time to test was come, he went to the docks and he displayed his machine. He laid comfortably on the dock chair, he put on his fishercat hat and began to drink a milkshake.
He also displayed a basket next to him, where the rod was suposed to free the fishes- although he hadn't decided yet if he would let time to the fish to reach the basket.
He pushed a buttom and the rod pointed to the sea and shot the hook and the line.
Mooris waited with a bit of impatience, looking through the sun glasses.
Suddenly, the line tensed. The gears began to spun quickly. But the dock chair folded itself... too fast.
-MEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!- cried Mooris the cat, when he was shot out to the cold, salty and wet ocean while the fish was set on the basket. He will have to do some arranges on his machine. Text by Daniel Carvajal.

10/30/2015

Catcula...!!!!

10/05/2015

Heat wave

Mooris the cat was hot because it was hot where he lived. He had nowhere to shelter because outside it was hot but inside it was hot too.

He even ventured to take a cold bath, but cold water was hot too.
He decided to buy an ice-cream, but it melted at the touch of his tongue.

-Is there anything I can do? - he wondered, and then Mooris remembered one of his travels.
He came out to find an Indian hat in one of his treasures and he tried to perform a rain dance. Mooris danced and danced, singing aloud and playing some instruments.
Then he stood and looked hopefully at the sky, but the sun was still blazing up there.

-I've nothing left to do, but I'm not too bad where I am - Thought Mooris the cat, smiling and sipping his iced tea, because he had decided to move to the fridge with his scarf.
Text by Daniel Carvajal.

9/04/2015

Stay alert!...basketball is comming!

9/01/2015

Indiana Mooris

Mooris the cat liked to spend hours diving in books.
Once, he found a forgotten map, with strange marks and signs, and he decided to investigate, so he put on his fedora and started on his way.
Mooris reached and old ruined temple guarded by two slender ebony cats with emerald eyes.
-Good morning! - he said while passing between them, feeling their gaze on back and he bristled.
Mooris had to overcome dreadful traps: once, the ground opened beneath him and he almost fell into a fearsome tub of soapy water.
On another ocassion a strange red dot, moving trough wall, tried to distract him from his goal.
He had to climb a very long curtain with his sharp nails. But then...
-What is that strange sound? - he heard something coming closer and closer and then he saw a huge skein of wool.
-What can I do, what can I do? - he wondered - I was so close!
The hanging thread of the skein was as irresistible as a mouse tail.
-I'm sory, I have to move on or I'll be late for dinner.
Finally, Mooris reached his goal, a big box he opened gently with one of his nails.
-Wow! - he exclaimed upon seeing the shine from within: there was a fishbone made of the finest gold, with the hands of...
- Oh, this box is so comfortable!. Tex by Daniel Carvajal