Curiosity killed the cat... or so they say, for this time curiosity did not exactly kill the cat but left it with a mild heart attack and a feeling of panic that made it run around the house in an attempt to dig a mouse-hole in one of the walls...
You see, one day curiosity took over the cat and so it decided to wear its tiger costume and march towards the forest in search of some new berries... As soon as the cat entered the forest it saw that one of the trees had been badly hurt by an ax... The cat felt really sad on knowing this, for it imagined that the wound must be rather painful for the tree... It even contemplated for a moment asking the tree if the wound began to heal already, but it knew that talking to trees won't make much sense - they speak a different language after all...
Don't you think it's funny that one of my theatre teachers used to make us sit in front of trees and talk to them for hours until they finally responded. How silly that exercise was... Ridiculous...
But the cat did feel sad and did not know what to do, so it run around the forest in search of some medical plant that it could put on the torn bark...
You know... when I was a child I used to imagine that all the objects in my room live with their own life and have their own feelings. I used to think that when I close my eyes my teddy bears start moving around the room, they exchange gossips and have their toy parties while I am asleep... Sometimes I would even try to cheat them by closing my eyes for a moment and pretending that I'm sleeping and then opening them fast to catch a glimpse of their movement, and whenever it was cold in winter I would put all my dolls and teddy bears under the quilt so that they would not fall ill.
Anyways, the cat was scrambling through the forest as it suddenly stumbled against a log that was thrown at it by some invisible hands... The cat began to examine the log very carefully and for a moment thought that it found some magic mushroom growing on it... but no, Mr Timothy Leary was not meant to be a part of this story and the cat came to the conclusion that it's not hallucinating after all...
How? What? Why? No! What for? Meow! Oh God! Dlaczego? - all of these came at once to the perplexed cat's mind and it did take it a rather long moment before it could move again...
You see, the log was covered with runes and pieces of cloth that had been stolen on the bank of the river...
You see... Nawafar, who was the owner of the cat that enjoyed rambling through the forest under the disguise of a tiger, took pleasure in taking her everyday bath in the river on the outskirts of a jungle... She would slowly remove her blouse and skirt and then she would open her hair and swim naked in the river that had the magic capacity of helping her to wash all those thoughts that were hiding in the strands of her hair. She would then come out to the rocky bank and sit naked in the sun while casting secret glances towards the forest... She would wait for her hair to dry and then she would wear her clothes again and silently go back to the village where she lived. It happened that why for many years until one day Nawafar discovered that some invisible hands had stolen her clothes and that she is standing naked in front of the forest creatures who are looking at her with their strange eyes...
She was scared. She could picture the creatures to be rolling on the ground laughing at her humiliation. She could even imagine being dragged into a university room where a blase know-it-all professor would give her a lecture about 'imaginary future' and ask her if she takes medicine against this and other ailments... If the professor knows so much about education he should also know that if he tells a six-year old child not to do something the child is going to do exactly the opposite with not only double but triple determination to annoy those who give it some demeaning orders.
Why was she scared? you might ask, after all she did sometimes dream of running naked through the forest with her hair flying wild... But thinking and desiring is much different from knowing that somebody simply stole her clothes... There is nothing wrong in dreaming about nakedness and the soft touch of the leaves against one's hair, but it is a totally different feeling when you know that you've suddenly been stripped naked against your will.
It is different when you invite somebody to dance with you through your thoughts when you think that somebody might have been interested in watching your improvisation, or when you ask somebody about the critical opinion... but nobody was interested in the length of her hair so she allowed it to grow long and wild freely... and to know that she was standing completely naked without all those spears and arrows that she used for protection in the other world was a really scary thought...
Knowing all this the cat unzipped its tiger's costume and run fast towards the village to dig a hole in the wall of a tiny house so that it could hide there Nawafar, itself and a few skirts out of which mouse costumes would be stitched, so that nobody could recognize any of them in public anymore.
