A six-year-old girl named Erica lived in a German city, and she had a Roll. That was the name of the kitten. He was fluffy and gray, and knew how to rumble. Maybe that's why Roll?
Roll and the girl lived very well together. The girl gave the kitten sausage and fish, and the kitten licked the girl's hands and purred sweetly. And of course, the kitten loved balls. And not only – also grandmother's balls, dad's pencils and pens, mom's curlers. Everything that rolled, jumped and jumped – after all, he was a kitten.
One day Roll could not play. What happened? Claws interfered. They grew up a lot and did not allow walking and jumping. Roll was taken away from mom early and he didn’t know how to sharpen his claws, but he tried it anyway. Grandmother, seeing that the kitten was spoiling the carpet, gave him a newspaper rolled into a tube. Roll got upset and went out into the street.
There was a large anthill on the street, and ants lived there. They saw Roll, were delighted with him, climbed into his fur and began to roll off him, like a slide. But Roll was still sad.
– What's the matter? the ants asked. Roll told them it was the claws.
– ABOUT! Give them to us! said the ants.
– What for? – Roll was surprised.
– We will make sabers out of them!
– Yes, please take it! – agreed Roll.
The ants beautifully sawed off Roll's claws so that he could jump and play again, and they made beautiful, silver, curved, Turkish-like sabers for themselves. They walked around the courtyard like black little soldiers, and greeted Roll and the others in the house, gaily swinging their shiny sabers.
And Roll, having calmed down, was able to return to the house, lie down on a warm radiator, curl up into a ball, lick his paws and sleep peacefully.
And he had a good dream, how ants in black uniforms walked in an even formation with crooked sabers raised up and their small legs in shiny boots were beating fractionally along the pavement: knock-knock, top-top, knock-knock.
The kitten was very small. So small that he didn't jump on cabinets, tables, or even chairs. He ran on the floor, on the parquet, ran, rolled, slid, tumbled. Well, in general, it was not for nothing that they gave him the name – Roll.
Grandmother is a neat hostess, but still not always and not everywhere she will get a mop and a broom. Where the broom did not reach, I took out the kitten. He himself is gray, suddenly appeared from under the chest of drawers even more gray, if I may say so, gray from dust and even clumps of dust hung from his mustache.
Everything that was “under” was a separate world. Anything could be found in this world – pencils, hairpins, candy, spools, delicious pieces of cookies. The kitten found all these objects, was very happy, examined them and played with delight. I rolled coils, ate cookies, pushed pencils. In general, it was not boring, but it was great.
Once, in such a semi-gloomy search, his wet nose came across a mink.
– I wonder what's there? – Curiosity pushed the nose further and further. Now the "mink" sits tightly on the ears, but in the mink itself, it turned out there was nothing, no mouse, no sausages.
Roll backed away – backed up, but no results, “it” continued to sit firmly on his ears. Kitty this way and that, back and forth, top and side – the head continued to remain covered and warm. Yes, warm – now the kitten felt that what was sitting on his head not only interfered and annoyed, but also warmed! And it was pleasantly warm! All children know that cold air is below, and warm air is above. Roll, since he was down all the time, was blown by cold air. And Roll is small – the ears and tail were freezing.
– Oh, you honey! – He heard grandmother's voice. – What's on your ears? – Grandma's hands picked up and raised the kitten to the level of the lamp. Two eyes enlarged with thick lenses studied the kitten, looked at him point-blank.
– What a cute hat! My darling! Who dressed you up like that? What tenderness, look, Erica – she turned to her granddaughter.
– Lovely, lovely, – the girl clapped her hands, jumped and, picking up the kitten, whirled around the room with him.
– A kitten in a hat! A kitten with warm ears, – she sang.
Grandmother pointed her lenses at Roll again:
– What is it, after all? – she froze in thought and, suddenly, smiling, spread her arms to the sides:
– How, – she slapped her forehead with her palm – this is a sock. That sock that I knitted so many years ago for my grandson, your nephew Brahm. I was looking for him so much then, I kept thinking where he could go. Found, – the grandmother spread in a smile. You see, my girl, – she put her warm, wrinkled hand on Erica's head, – nothing and never, no work is wasted. Heats his ears.
Roll looked first at the grandmother, then at the girl. It understood that grandmother was saying something wise, important, not quite understood that. But the main thing was that the head was wrapped in a sock-cap, in which it was so warm.
