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.

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.

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.

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.

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