Kitka’s Wisdom Hour

The sunbeam stretched across the floor, warm and inviting. I, Gryzka, supreme ruler of the household, settled in for an afternoon nap. But just as I closed my eyes—

"Ahem."

I cracked one eye open. There she was. Kitka, the eldest, the wise one, the keeper of secrets… and the most annoying storyteller in the house.

"It is time, young one," Kitka said, curling her fluffy tail around her paws. "Spring is approaching. You must learn the ways of the seasons."

I sighed. "Kitka, I was about to nap."

She ignored me, as usual. "Long ago, before you were born—"

"That was only a few years ago," I muttered.

"—the seasons changed in cycles, bringing new challenges to our kind." Kitka’s voice was deep and dramatic, like an old oracle cat. "Winter was a time of blankets and radiator naps. Food portions seemed smaller, but our fur grew thicker."

I flicked my tail. "You literally get fed the same amount all year."

She glared. "Then came spring! The time of Great Shedding. Fur would fly. Humans would complain. And the strange, roaring beast called Vacuum would awaken."

I shuddered. The Vacuum. Truly, a season of terror.

"New birds will come," Kitka continued. "The windows will remain shut, taunting us. And most importantly—" she leaned in, her eyes serious— "our human will attempt to brush us."

I gasped. "No!"

"Yes," Kitka nodded. "It is an ancient battle. You must be ready."

I stood, paws firm. "I will fight the brush!"

Kitka smirked. "Good. But first, you must train."

She casually licked her paw. I waited. "So… how do I train?"

Kitka yawned. "By watching me nap." And with that, she curled up and fell asleep.

I glared. That sneaky, wise old fluffball.

Fine. I flopped down beside her. If napping was part of my training, then I would become a master.

Spring would come. The battles would begin.

But for now… it was still nap time.