Full of clouds...

being stuffed...

Mooris family increases

Colorful toy-cushions are ready for a new home...

Through the looking glass

As every cat, Mooris likes knitting on Sunday evenings next to his radiator while drinking a good cup of tea. 
Once he was making a wool hat when he saw two twinkling lights moving through a mirror. 
Mooris stared and realised that they were the eyes of another cat who was spying him, from his mirror!
-How can it be possible?

He left his knitting needles and aproached his mirror, but instead of seeing himself aproaching, he saw the other cat standing and gently moving his tail.
While Mooris stood surprised in front of the mirror, the other cat, exactly as him, glanced back smiling. 
Mooris moved his paw but without any response from the other side. Then, he touched the mirror, but it was no longer solid! When he realised, he was on the other side.
-Welcome sir! - Mooris listened next to him- I'm Siroom the Cat, welcome to my house.
-I'm Mooris the Cat. How could I...? How could this happen to me?
-Come with me, I'll explain you everithing.

Mooris the cat followed him. He was in a house that was like his house but everything was reversed: right was left and left was right.
-As every cat -Soorim explained- I have a geat scientific curiosity and I like to expend my Saturday mornings in my laboratory mixing ingredients or playing with atoms while drinking a good cup of coffee.
-I've never done anything like that!-But you'll like to know about my latest invention, this juice - told him showing some tubes- is a key! They allow you to be free form your mirror companion so now you can do everithing you want instead of copying my movements.
-You must be wrong! It's been always you who follow my movements!
-Is it true, Mooris? How can you know?

This words stayed echoing in Mooris mind, when everything began to duplicate arround him as if this laboratoy were a shattering mirror and as if he were falling donwn and down...
-It was all a dream! Said Mooris relieved, awakining in his sofa next to the radiator. He looked back at his mirror to see his reflection glancing back and imitating his movements, as it should be. But... wait, did his reflection just winked him an eye? Text by Daniel Carvajal.

Mooris in the air

Mooris the Cat went shopping on a dull winter day. He was on his way home carrying some bags and packages when it suddenly began to rain. He opened his umbrella and suddenly a rush of wind lifted him up in the air with his shoppings. 
Mooris closed his eyes and hung strongly his umbrella and his bags as well, meowing scared. But after a while, everithing seemed to be calmed. He opened his eyes and discovered that he was floating over the city!
-Well, well, I never went back home this way!

He quickly learned how to drive his umbrella, moving it one side or another. He gently greeted a woman that was traveling with her umbrella too and carrying a briefcase.
-You never know who can you find in the sky!

The wheather was warmer now and the sun of the afternoon shone through the last wisps of clouds. He glanced greedily a flock of birds that now were playing arround him tweeting like funny laughters. But Mooris could do nothing but move his umbrella and scare them away for a moment.
He aproached his home, taking care of the wires of the street and he finally landed softly on a windosill and opened the window. It was a pleasant journey, but very strange indeed. Now he only wanted to take a hot chocolate next to his chimmey! Text by Daniel Carvajal.