De Murville feline family line was imagined
during the annual art challenge Inktober founded by artist Jake Parker that takes place every October, where each day participants
make an ink (or ink-inspired) drawing based on a shared prompt list.
In 2025 I drew it using two prompt lists - the official one,
and a list of cat breeds created by the art brand Vista Artista.
The combination of each day’s themes inspired a new feline character
to appear in my mind, each with their own story,
personality, and little mystery.
By the end of the month, there were 31 cats - all different,
all with their own adventures and secrets.
Every family has its legends.
The De Murville have thirty one
Purraro De Murville
Day 1: mustache + bengal cat
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Legendary feline detective whose fame
always preceded him, and whose whiskers
were literally insured in London.
And for good reason.
There had been more than one attempt
on them - not by mere jealous rivals, but by true ill-wishers.
After all, everyone knows that a cat’s whiskers aren’t just for looks - they’re delicate sensors, silent instruments of perception
that help them navigate the unseen. But Purraro’s whiskers were extraordinary, far beyond ordinary feline nature.
It was thanks to them that he could sense the slightest tremor in the air, detect deceit, and catch truths hidden between words.
His monocle had seen more secrets than an entire national library -
yet it was his whiskers that made him who he was: the unmatched master of intuition and observation. In the end, they say Purraro turned his investigative gaze inward, toward the greatest mystery of all - his own lineage. He began collecting portraits and stories of the Murville family, as if to prove that sometimes the secrets of one’s bloodline
are far more thrilling than the crimes of the outside world.
And thus, the great Murville Archive was born.
Peter De Murville
Day 2: weave + savanna cat
Peter was a master of the loom
and a keeper of the ancient craft
known as the Grandmother’s Yarns.
His carpets were more than mere fabrics - they
were portals to other worlds. Within their woven patterns
lived the breath of the wind, the echo of forgotten songs, and the quiet whisper of the stars.
They said Peter could weave not only wool and silk,but dreams themselves - strange and wondrous dreams belonging to others. Those who slept beneath his coverlets would see visions that spoke in riddles of truth,
prophetic as the dawn’s first light.
Peter loved to listen to the tales of wanderers.
Often, he would sit by the roadside as the sun sank low, slowly drawing his threads while turning the travelers’ stories into ornaments. It was as if the fabric itself could rememberevery spoken word, every fleeting tone -
keeping within its weave the memory of what once was.
Ludwig De Murville
Day 3: crown + chausie cat
The name of Prince Ludwig is still spoken
with a fond smile in the old feline chronicles.
His portrait was painted when he had lived
just two lives (in cat years, of course).
From his earliest days, Ludwig was known for his boundless curiosity and a heart that refused to stay still. No palace wall could contain him once he heard the laughter of street kittens beyond the gates.
He would slip away to join their games, leaving behind
his royal composure and the quiet weight of his crown.
The chronicles claim it was Ludwig who first invented the secret language of tails - a silent way to speak through the slightest flick, curl, or sway. That language, passed down through generations, still lives among cats today.
Have you ever watched your cat’s tail?
Perhaps, in its gentle movements, lie the ancient words of Ludwig himself -
a whisper from the golden age of the De Murville line.
Vito De Murville
Day 4: murky + toyger cat
Vito, better known by his nickname The Murky,
lived on the edge - between luck and ruin,
brilliance and shadow, nobility and recklessness.
A charming troublemaker, he could talk anyone
into anything, only to push his luck all the way
and go all in without a blink.
Games were his element, and risk was the air he breathed.
They said he always carried a lucky card, a talisman that never failed him.
But one night, by a cruel twist of fate, he left it at home and lost the entire family fortune in a single game.
By morning, against all odds, Vito had it all back. Rumor had it the mafia lent a hand. The timing was simply too convenient. But Vito only smiled that crooked smile of his and claimed that luck had simply found her way back
to her favorite player.
Since then, no one has ever seen that fabled card again. Yet some swear that on quiet nights, when cards are shuffled and stakes are high, you can still hear Vito De Murville’s laughter drifting through the smoke.
Henry De Murville
Day 5: deer + ocicat
Henry was a quiet, reserved soul, the kind who
preferred the murmur of the forest
to the noise of men.
He spoke little, and when he did, it was in a
low, steady voice, as if every word
had been chosen long before it was spoken.
But in the hunt, something within him awakened - a cold,
focused fire, both noble and terrifying in its precision.
One dusk, while walking alone through the woods, Henry heard strange, frantic sounds echoing through the trees. He followed the noise and soon found the source - a deer, wild-eyed and bleeding, with a broken branch lodged deep in its leg. Maddened by pain, the creature thrashed and ran in blind terror, nearly trampling a nest of trembling rabbits.
Without hesitation, Henry moved. With the speed of a shadow
and the strength of something far older than flesh, he leapt!
His claws found their mark. In one swift, merciful motion, the chaos ended.
The forest fell silent once more. The tale spread quickly.
Some said it was savagery, others said that it was compassion.
But all agreed - no one else could have done it with such calm precision.
The antlers of that deer now crown his portrait on the ancestral wall,
a symbol of both his strength and the quiet mercy beneath it.
Sanura De Murville
Day 6: pierce + egyptian mau cat
(In Arabic, her name means “kitten”)
Sanura served as a priestess at the court
of Pharaoh Amenhotep III,
She could read the signs of the heavens
and interpret dreams.
People believed her to be a bridge between gods
and mortals, and even the proudest nobles lowered their gaze
when she passed carrying the scent of incense and sun-warmed oils.
At night, she would climb to the temple roof to greet the dawn, whispering her prayers to Bastet, goddess of cats and hidden wisdom.
Perhaps it was she who passed down the gift that later awakened in Peter the Weaver - the ability to sense magic in patterns, and to read destiny in threads.
The priestesses of Egypt marked their devotion with sacred piercings, believing that metal passing through flesh bound them to the realm of spirits. Sanura was no exception.
After her death, the earrings vanished. No explorer or scholar ever found them.
Yet on certain quiet nights, when the moon hovers pale above the desert, a faint chiming can sometimes be heard, like the soft ringing of golden hoops, carrying through the wind a whisper of words meant only for the goddess.
Samuel De Murville
Day 7: starfish + serengeti cat
A seasoned pirate, weathered by salt,
wind, and time. Once, he served aboard
the fabled Flying Dutchman under the
command of the notorious Davy Jones.
True, the old sea legends rarely mention cats,
but they were there: loyal, fearless,
real part of the ship and the crew.
And when the curse fell upon the crew, it bound the cats too.
They hunted rats (in every sense of the word) and soothed the trembling sailors after merciless battles, curling beside them as the waves r
oared against the hull.
Samuel had survived hundreds of tempests. It was said he could feel a storm long before the sky darkened, and when he did, he’d let out an ear-splitting yowl
that sent the entire crew running to their posts.
Many laughed at the superstition… until the day they didn’t.
When the Dutchman finally disappeared into the mist, none could say what became of Samuel de Murville.
But sailors still whisper that in the dead of night when thunder growls across the sea, a hoarse meow sometimes echoes from the waves
warning ships of the storm to come.
Ibrahim De Murville
Day 8: reckless + turkish van cat
Ibrahim was one of the most mysterious
figures in the family chronicles.
Legend has it that after the death of
the great Pasha Ibrahim, inconsolable
Hatidje brought home a cat and named him
after her beloved.
From that moment strange and uncanny things began happening in the house.
The cat behaved boldly and unpredictably, as if the very spirit of the Pasha had taken residence within him.
He caused all sorts of mischief and tormented Hürrem bringing dead mice to her bed, leaving messes in the balcony flowers, and watching with an uncanny intelligence, as if he knew more about palace intrigues than mortals ever should.
It is said that sometimes he would disappear from the chambers at night, returning in the morning with dust and traces of the unknown, as if he had roamed through another century altogether.
His eyes, it was whispered, could almost see the invisible threads of fate.
Arseniy De Murville
Day 9: heavy + russian blue cat
Baron Arseniy was the largest of all
the De Murvilles, he was a figure of both
grandeur and gravity - quite literally.
A life of comfort and indulgence
had turned him into an impressive,
immovable, and magnificently furry mass.
He adored social gatherings, though he preferred to host them in his own manor - mainly so he wouldn’t have to move an inch more than necessary.
Everything revolved around him, quite fittingly, while he presided from the center of the hall like a monarch upon his throne, twitching an ear now and then to keep track of the conversation.
Though the Baron did little to change his corpulence, deep down it remained his quiet insecurity. He despised large portraits, claiming they were “an unnecessary exaggeration of reality.” Anyone daring to paint him life-sized
risked a grave insult. Arseny much preferred small, delicate canvases
as if a modest frame could somehow conceal the true scale of his presence.
Lucy De Murville
Day 10: sweep + nebelung cat
Within the family,
she was fondly called Cinderella.
Once a humble maid in the De Murville manor,
she caught the Count’s eye, not for her beauty,
but for the quiet strength and boundless kindness that shone
through her every gesture. In time, the servant became Lucy de Murville.
She had once swept the marble floors of the grand halls, now she hosted charity balls in those same rooms, raising funds for orphaned kittens.
Lucy never wore a crown, yet she carried something far rarer -
a dignity so gentle and pure it could not be bought.
It is said she once rescued an entire family of stray cats during a flood,
and later donated her dowry to rebuild the local shelter.
To the townsfolk, she was “our lady with the golden heart.”
And the Count himself was heard to say:
“She reminded me what it truly means to be a De Murville.”
Josef Figs De Murville
Day 11: sting + bombay cat
This is how medieval
beekeepers dressed
Joseph was the court
beekeeper, a sweet-toothed
philosopher, and the chief
guardian of all honey
in the De Murville estate.
During the harvest,
he often made funny grimaces, and with his dark fur,
he looked remarkably like a dried fig - hence the nickname that stuck.
“Joseph” was rarely used, everyone simply called him Figs.
It is said he could talk to the bees. They recognized his footsteps and would not sting even strangers if he stood nearby. He understood their habits,
knew the inner workings of the hives, and often sat in the shade of the acacias, contemplating the sweetness of life and the philosophy of honey.
Joseph also had a charming habit: each morning he would leave a spoonful of honey on the windowsills for the household spirits, so that life in the house would never turn sour.
To the De Murville family, he was not just the keeper of treats,
he was the keeper of calm, of balance, and of the quiet wisdom that comes only with patience and observation.
Philippe De Murville
Day 12: shredded + sokoke cat
The famed court chef Philippe possessed
a unique and mysterious culinary method -
he cooked using only his knife.
No boiling, no frying. He only skillfully
chopped ingredients and combined them in
precise proportions, and under his paw, the dish seemed to
reach readiness on its own.
No one could understand how he did it. Rumors of sorcery sometimes swirled,
and once a crowd nearly tried to burn him at the stake for “culinary witchcraft.”
But the king loved his dishes so much that he didn’t care if it was magic
or mastery, it was irrelevant.
He placed Philip under lifelong royal protection, and from that day forward,
no one dared question his extraordinary talent.
They say that sometimes, when Philip shredded ingredients, a faint golden glow hung in the air as if his culinary alchemy breathed magic into the simplest foods.
Vanessa De Murville
Day 13: drink + khao manee cat
Vanessa was better known
as the Pomegranate Lady.
The De Murville couple shared one
common obsession - they made their
own pomegranate wine.
Deep red, rich, and tartly sweet,
it seemed to absorb the heat of their love.
One day, her beloved husband left their house for new oak barrels… and never returned. He vanished on the road, leaving behind only silence and the scent of pomegranates. Since then, Vanessa seemed frozen in time.
She rarely left the estate, waiting day after day for his return.
And if someone would pass by their old house at sunset, they would glimpse her silhouette in the window holding a glass of pomegranate wine in her paw.
Loki De Murville
Day 14: trunk + british fold cat
(The prototype for this cat was
my mom’s kitten named Loki,
a little fluffy ball who adores sitting
in boxes and paper bags)
Loki was a young master of caskets of unseen beauty.
His creations drove noble cats of all houses and dynasties absolutely crazy:
gold, mother-of-pearl, carved ornaments, and the scent of rare woods...
they were fantastic! They said Loki’s caskets seemed to breathe with mystery,
as if they guarded not objects, but dreams.
Yet there was one small hitch.
Loki flatly refused to sell any of his masterpieces. He simply loved sitting inside them too much. He would craft a new casket, admire it, slip into it, purr with delight… and then start on another.
Over years his entire home had turned into a shimmering labyrinth of caskets - tiny ones, enormous ones, some with secret compartments and others lined with soft cushions within. Loki wandered from one to another as if through the halls of a palace and, by all appearances, was perfectly happy.
Tommel De Murville
Day 15: ragged + american cirl cat
One of the most enigmatic members
of the family. Though outrageously
wealthy, he managed his fortune
in a most peculiar way.
Tommel spent most of his life as a
wanderer, drifting from village to village among common folk.
He dressed in tattered clothes, kept his noble ears hidden beneath a hood,
and introduced himself simply as Tom.
They say he had a gift to see not only faces, but hearts.
When he met true kindness, selflessness, or a spark of pure warmth in someone’s soul, he would disappear into the night… only for the blessed one to find, by dawn, a golden coin, a string of pearls, or a mysterious chest left at their doorstep.
Some whisper that the fortune of the Murvilles still grows
from the blessings he gave away.
Felix & Onyx De Murville
Day 16: blunder + elf cat
Born together yet separated by
the fateful mistake twins.
Felix was raised in the hush of velvet halls,
among the scent of candle wax and old books,
his days measured by lessons in etiquette and the soft
ticking of grandfather clocks. Every step he took echoed the
dignity of the Murville name.
Onyx meanwhile was carried by different winds. He grew up among street songs and tavern laughter, the jingle of copper coins and the scent of rain on cobblestones. His wit became his weapon, and his laughter
he turned into his shield.
Fate, however, loves irony. Years later, during a royal masquerade, Onyx was invited to perform before the highborn. When he entered the hall, a ripple of astonishment swept through the crowd since standing before them was the living reflection of Lord Felix de Murville himself. The secret soon came to light.
They say that night, one laughed through tears…
and the other cried with a smile.
Takashi De Murville
Day 17: ornate + dwelf cat
A proud representative of the Japanese
branch of the Murville family,
and one of the founders of the
feline Yakuza - a brotherhood where
honor weighed more than gold.
Takashi ruled the fish markets along the ports,
kept a careful eye on the tides, and protected the strays that roamed the alleys like silent shadows. He was known for his quiet power, the kind that didn’t need to roar. Beneath the glow of paper lanterns, deals were struck in whispers,
under the silver moon, duels were fought without a sound.
His body was a living scroll covered in ornate tattoos, each line conveyed story of loyalty, victory, or a vow once made.
And then, one day, he vanished. No one saw him leave, yet his house stood empty. Rumor has it he burned his past, walked into the dawn,
and began a new life somewhere on the farthest edge of the world.
Nicolas De Murville
Day 18: deal + cymric cat
A judge whose reputation always arrived
before he did. Nicolas possessed a rare art -
the ability to deliver justice in such
a way that everyone left satisfied:
the investigators, the accused, and even
Lady Fortune herself.
His verdicts were whispered about in the courts
and salons alike perfect bargains between virtue and necessity.
He presided over cases so intricate that even truth itself seemed
unsure of its role.
Once, he uncovered an entire ring of jewel thieves without a single arrest, merely by orchestrating a dinner where each suspect betrayed himself through a toast.
Another time, he settled a feud between two noble houses by rewriting the law so elegantly that both sides believed they had won.
And yet, his most mysterious ruling remains unwritten. It is said that Nicolas quietly “adjusted” the fate of Takashi de Murville, allowing the elusive brother to vanish without consequence and begin anew.
In the family chronicles, that episode is marked only by a faint as if it was a little weakness of Nicolas.
Yen De Murville
Day 19: arctic + bambino cat
A polar sailor whose will was harder
than ice and whose resolve cut colder
than the Arctic wind.
Despite being born nearly hairless
and cursed with a sharp intolerance
to cold, Yen kept throwing himself
to the world’s frozen edges as if challenging fate itself.
Once, during an expedition to the Northern Reaches, a storm broke his vessel apart and scattered the crew. For three endless weeks Yen drifted alone upon
a fragment of ice no larger than a fishing boat.
They say he survived on nothing but wind, stubbornness, and the faint warmth of his own spirit. When he was finally found, he was half-frozen, yet purring softly, as if having conquered the winter itself.
He often said that warmth is not something you find, it’s something you become.
And in that, perhaps, lies the secret of why the cold never truly won.
Ferdinand De Murville
Day 20: rivals + minskin cat
The very embodiment of the untamed spirit
and fiery temper for which the ancient
Murville line was famed.
He could find a reason for a duel almost daily.
A glance cast with the wrong inflection,
a word spoken with too much confidence…
and by dawn, pistols would gleam in the mist.
His revolver, which he affectionately named Mademoiselle Deffy was
his constant companion.
“She, too,” - he liked to say, - “is fatally charming.”
Ferdinand was too skilled to lose, and too proud to retreat. High society tried more than once to humble him, yet every attempt ended in awe. His precision,
his calm, his dangerous grace left even his rivals disarmed in more ways than one.
Everyone knows that Pushkin died at the hands of Dantes, but there is some evidence that the restless Ferdinand was also involved in this story.
However, he was not mentioned in human history simply because he was a cat.
Jean-Louis De Murville
Day 21: blast + napoleon cat
A dazzling captain of the Ninth
Hussar Division in Napoleon’s army,
French by banner, yet Murville
by blood, and therefore born of fire.
His division commanded the cannons
and explosives, and few men in the empire could deal with gunpowder as he did.
They said Jean-Louis could hear the breath of powder, feel the pulse of an explosion like the rhythm of fate itself. He could tell the quality of a charge by its scent and once disarmed a faulty shell merely by humming to it!
The men swore the thing quieted, as if soothed by his voice.
Many of the Empire’s victories were forged in the thunder of his cannons and the amber glow of his flames.
On his uniform, the Order of Valor still gleams -
adorned with a miniature dynamite charm, a reminder that even chaos
will serve those who command it with grace and honor.
Stephen De Murville
Day 22: button + canadian sphynx
A great inventor and perhaps the most
misunderstood mind of his century.
He devoted his life to deciphering
human speech and dreamed of a true
understanding between species.
It was him who first created those very talking buttons, though they
were never meant for cats, but for humans. Stephen hoped that, through them, humankind might finally learn to listen to their furry neighbors.
But his devices were far too complicated, no human could ever understand
how to use them.
The cats, disappointed, quietly abandoned the idea of conversation, while Stephen withdrew into his workshop, where the buttons kept blinking softly in the dark,
as if waiting for someone who would one day understand.
Decades later, humans would “reinvent” the same technology though in a much simpler form. And so, the name of Stephen remained in history belonging to the one who had looked too far ahead.
Gretchen De Murville
Day 23: firefly + donskoy sphynx
A healer of rare and wondrous talent.
Even the most skeptical ones could not
help but whisper about her miracles.
Gretchen mastered the art of
healing with light. Whenever she entered
a room, the air itself seemed to soften, warm, and shimmer,
as though harmony had taken on flesh and fur.
She tended not to wounds of the body, but to the fractures of the soul: melancholy, weariness, and the quiet ache that gnaws from within.
For her rituals, she called upon fireflies, and they gathered at her paws, pulsing gently in rhythm with her breath.
Some said that her famous Elixir of Luminous Dew was brewed from the glow of a thousand tiny wings - a sweet, radiant draught that helped even the most lost souls remember how life still shone inside them.
And when she was gone, cats swore they still saw her light flickering at dusk, dancing among the fireflies as if she had merely dissolved into the very radiance she once wielded.
Vasko De Murville
Day 24: rowdy + peterbold cat
Vasily or, as he preferred to style
himself, Vasko de Murville -
bard, balladeer, and the undisputed
agent of chaos at every feast.
His arrival meant only one thing: silence was about
to die a spectacular death.
He played the gusli with such skill that every string seemed to sing of grand destinies and broken dreams.Yet the moment Vasko decided to sing himself…
those destinies and dreams fled for their lives.
Nature, it seemed, had distributed talent unevenly: all music in his paws, and none whatsoever in his throat.
No tail could stay still where Vasko’s strings rang, entire halls would erupt in dancing and laughter. But should he dare to accompany himself vocally… the dance floor emptied faster than royal wine at dawn.
Still, the chronicles remember him fondly - a great musician with a catastrophic voice, the soul of every gathering and the eternal curse of every ear.
Day 25: inferno + devon rex cat
Agnes De Murville
A name whispered in cloisters and attics
alike saint to some, horror to others.
Agnes de Murville was no ordinary nun.
She walked the twilight line between
prayer and peril, devoting her life to
a dreadful art: the exorcism of demons…
from cats.
Every feline keeper knows that terrifying moment when their beloved pet’s eyes blaze with wild fire and the creature tears through the house as if chased by all the devils of hell.
They said Agnes could hear the whisper of possession before it struck, a faint, guttural purr that didn’t belong to this world. She would appear. Candlelight flickered as she crossed the threshold, her rosary chiming
like a warning bell to all things unholy.
With litanies older than time and incense that shimmered like smoke from the underworld, she faced the madness in those feline eyes and called it by its true name. Sometimes the house itself would groan; sometimes the air turned cold enough to still a heartbeat. But when the silence returned - soft, trembling, sacred - the cat would curl by her feet and purr once more, reborn.
They say her shadow still wanders in old monasteries on moonless nights, followed by a faint echo of meows - the choir of all the souls she saved…
or perhaps those she could not.
Benedict De Murville
Day 26: puzzling + cornish rex cat
The mystifier, the enchanter, the cat who
made reality itself question its own reflection.
Benedict’s performances left audiences
trembling between wonder and disbelief.
Whether he slipped soundlessly through solid walls,
conjured doves from thin air, or made a single coin whisper secrets
to its holder, every act felt like pure, undeniable magic.
Legend has it that in his youth, Benedict’s obsession with illusion burned so fiercely that he lived for months in the catacombs beneath the grand theatres where the great Houdini performed. Hidden among the dust and echoes, he studied every flick of the wrist, every pause, every shadow until he no longer needed tricks. The impossible simply… obeyed him. In time, he eclipsed all his mentors.
They called him “The Cat Who Could Not Be Caught,” for no critic, no mortal eye ever unraveled the mystery of his art. And when, after one breathtaking show, someone dared to ask the secret behind his most astonishing illusion,
Benedict merely smiled and said softly:
“True magic does not need explanation. It just happens.”
Claudius De Murville
Day 27: 0nion + selkirk rex cat
A scholar, a visionary, and one of
the greatest feline minds of his era
Claudius earned his place in cat
history as the savior of countless lives.
It was him who drafted the legendary
“Decree Against Onions,” a discovery
that forever changed the course of feline destiny.
In those dark days, an eerie plague swept through towns and villages: cats began to weaken, their eyes dimmed, their energy faded, and one by one, they vanished into silence. Fear spread like wildfire. Some blamed poisoned wells,
others - cursed fleas, or even witchcraft.
But Claudius with his relentless intellect refused to yield to superstition. With a small team of scholars, he conducted countless experiments. Nights spent under flickering lanterns, studying every bowl, every morsel… Until, at last, the dreadful truth revealed itself: the culprit was onion, innocently sprinkled by well-meaning owners into their cats’ meals.
His discovery upended the foundations of feline nutrition and reshaped veterinary science forever. From that day on, onions were outlawed, and Claudius was celebrated as the savior.
They say a sign still hangs in his old study, a quiet echo of his wisdom:
“No onions. No tears. All alive.”
John De Murville
Day 28: skeletal + laperm cat
He was an explorer, dreamer, and simply
cat of indomitable curiosity.
John devoted his life to a single,
blazing obsession: to uncover the skeleton
of the legendary Smilodon fatalis,
the sabre-toothed ancestor that vanished ten thousand years ago.
From kittenhood, John had been drawn not to toys or trinkets,
but to bones. While others chased butterflies, he chased history.
He crossed deserts, scaled mountains, and waded through swamps thick with mystery, guided only by a tattered map, a rusted compass, and his unshakable instinct. He burned through shovels and fortunes alike, driven by a single conviction: the great Smilodon still waited for him, somewhere beneath the dust of ages.
But destiny, with its fondness for irony, played its finest trick.
After decades of perilous expeditions and sleepless nights beneath alien stars, John unearthed his fabled discovery not in some forgotten jungle, but right beneath his own garden. While digging a modest flowerbed, his paw struck bone… and there it was: the unmistakable fangs of Smilodon fatalis.
John laughed for three days straight, then quietly planted roses over the site so that every spring, the flowers would bloom red as ancient blood, in memory of the beast that once ruled the world.
Bjorn De Murville
Day 29: lesson + maine-coon cat
Life had never been kind to Bjorn.
It offered enough harsh lessons that
tempered his character.
Beneath his massive, almost fearsome
frame lived a gentle soul yet no one had ever seen him smile.
Deep scars crossed his face like traces of old stories he no longer wished to tell.
Cats shied away from his shadow, whispered behind his back,
So, one day, Bjorn left far away, into the quiet heart of the forest.
Yet the town had not forgotten his name. Parents frightened their kittens with tales of him: “Be good, or the dreadful Bjorn will take you into the woods!”
Everything changed when a desperate father brought his wayward son - a wild, unruly kitten, and left him with Bjorn. A month later, the father returned and did not recognize his child. A different cat stood in front of him: calm, collected, with a clear gaze and quiet strength.
Soon they started to bring mischievous kittens from all corners.
At first, they trembled with fear, but then didn’t wish to leave Uncle Bjorn.
Thus the fearsome hermit became a teacher. His forest now echoed with laughter and the soft patter of paws. And in his heart, for the first time in many years, warmth took root once more. Bjorn wasn’t lonely anymore.
Pelagea De Murville
Day 30: vacant + siberian cat
A Siberian by birth, my bohemian
Irkutsk compatriot, Pelageya de Murville
possessed a temperament as unyielding
as the northern frost, and a taste as
refined as any of her noble kin.
Her principles were ironclad, her honesty was disarming, and her
patience for ignorance or, as she called it - “useless sentimentalities,” was nonexistent.
Society nicknamed her The Impregnable Fortress since no cat ever managed to breach the walls of her formidable heart, no human ever managed to pet her at least once.
Yet solitude never weighed upon Pelageya. She adored her nephews, especially young Tommel, who spent nearly all their days in her grand, book-filled home.
It was she who taught them to love literature and history, to hold their tails high and their manners higher.
And when her time came, Pelageya as the lady of honor,
left her entire fortune to them, in the hope that the noble spirit of the
de Murvilles would never fade, even in the coldest of winters.
Beatrice De Murville
Day 31: award + Norwegian forest cat
An actress of world renown, whose
name became synonymous
with dramatic perfection.
She revolutionized the art of performance,
becoming the first female cat ever
awarded the prestigious “Golden Paw”
for her legendary scene: the starving
faint at the refrigerator.
Her acting was so extraordinary and convincing that even Stanislavski himself, were he alive, would have risen to applaud and added a line to his method:
“If you don’t believe it, watch Beatrice.”
Since then, Beatrice’s technique has become the foundation for all feline dramatists: not only professional actors mastered the art of portraying the tragedy of an empty bowl, but ordinary home cats, too. Even the most stoic cats, they say, would rehearse the “victim of fate” look in mirrors after seeing her perform.
Thus, Beatrice de Murville’s name remains etched in the annals of art -
a symbol of genius, grace, and impeccable sense of drama…
especially in the vicinity of a refrigerator.