My name is Mufti.
Sniffing about is my favourite occupation.
I’m partially blind. Actually, almost totally blind in the right eye.
I nearly banged my head against the wall a moment ago.
Ouch! Now I did bang it.
Sigh.
This is Maisy. She follows me everywhere. Like a shadow. Nosey cat.
Sniff, sniff, sniff…Ahh, what enchanting scents! I just love it.
My eyesight is poor, but my sense of smell is intact.
Pottering about in the garden is sheer delight.
I’m a young, sharp-eyed cat.
He thinks I’m following him out of curiosity.
There is some truth in that, I’m naturally curious, of course.
However, my main purpose is to be near him in case he needs me.
What are you doing, Mufti?
I’m looking for the magic dandelion. I was told it would restore my eyesight.
All I have to do is stare at it for a while.
And you believe in magic? You’re a dreamer, Mufti dear.
That’s the one! I’m sure it is. It’s so beautiful.
Let me now stare at its beauty.
Let me concentrate and just stare.
I’m staring and staring.
And staring.
Nothing!
I can’t see any better.
Sigh.
Maybe it’s this one…
You don’t understand, Maisy. You’re too young.
I’ll keep looking for the magic dandelion. I’ve got to believe in something.
Life without hope would be very hard to bear.
You wouldn’t want to hang out with an old depressed dude, would you?
Remember this, Maisy. One day you’ll be old too. If you live long enough, that is.
Never give up Hope.
Oh, maybe it’s this one under my chin!
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“Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” ~ Franz Kafka
“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” ~ Roald Dahl
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Copyright 2014 Irina Dimitric
