Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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Stevie at the Last Supper

Stevie, a curious and playful tabby kitten, loved to explore the

world around him. One chilly October evening, after a day filled

with chasing butterflies and napping in sunbeams, Stevie curled

up in his cozy bed. As he drifted off to sleep, his little mind

began to wander into a dream unlike any other.

In his dream, Stevie found himself in a grand room with a long

table set for a feast. The table was adorned with beautiful

dishes, bread, and goblets of wine. Stevie's whiskers twitched

with excitement as he realized he was at the Last Supper,

surrounded by figures he had only heard about in stories.

There, at the head of the table, sat Jesus, with a kind and

gentle expression. The disciples were gathered around, each one

engaged in conversation. Stevie, feeling a bit shy but

incredibly curious, padded softly towards the table. To his

surprise, no one seemed to mind his presence. In fact, they

welcomed him with warm smiles and gentle pats.

Peter, with his strong and reassuring voice, leaned down to

scratch Stevie behind the ears. "Welcome, little one," he said.

"You must be hungry after your long journey."