It was a calm and breezy evening in the little village where Poki, the curious kitten, lived. The stars were beginning to twinkle in the sky, and the houses glowed softly with warm light.
Poki sat on the windowsill, watching the world grow quiet. His eyes scanned the rooftops as he yawned a big, sleepy yawn. Just as he was about to curl up for the night, something caught his eye.
Up on the rooftop across the street was Pupu, the wise old cat of the neighborhood. Pupu was known for his calm nature and his love of stargazing from high places.
Poki perked up. “What is Pupu doing up there?” he wondered.
Pupu sat still, his fur gently blowing in the breeze, his eyes half-closed, peaceful and content. He looked like a statue made of moonlight and fluff.
Poki stared in amazement. For a moment, he thought about climbing up there too. Maybe he could learn how to sit so quietly, how to be calm like Pupu.
But then, as he kept watching, something magical happened.
A deep sense of calm began to wash over Poki. Watching Pupu made him feel safe—like everything in the world was okay. The stars sparkled above, and the wind hummed a quiet lullaby.
Poki yawned again, this time even bigger. His little eyelids drooped.
“I think… I’ll just rest here,” he mumbled.
With one last look at Pupu—still sitting peacefully on the rooftop—Poki curled into a fluffy ball on the windowsill. His tail tucked around him like a blanket.
As he drifted off to sleep, Poki felt as if Pupu was guarding the whole village, keeping everything calm and quiet. There was no need to worry, no need to wander.
Just like that, Poki fell into a deep, sweet sleep, dreaming of rooftops, stars, and the peaceful purring of the wise old cat.
