Adriana and Pishi in the Cat City

Adriana was two years old and had a plush cat named Pishi.

One night, when the moonlight painted silver paths across her room, Pishi’s tiny ears twitched.

“Adriana,” he whispered, “the cats are waiting for us!”

Together, they tiptoed to the window — and there it was: a city of cats dancing under lanterns, each purring a song of friendship.

Adriana smiled — for every child who believes in magic will one day find their own Cat

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Dedication

To my beloved granddaughter, Adriana,

whose gentle heart and endless imagination fill every dream with light.

May your nights always be full of laughter, stars,

and the soft purr of friendship.

With love from Grandpa Faramarz Parsa

San Diego, Autumn 2025

Part One: Pishi Comes to Life

It was a quiet night.

Moonlight danced across the little white bed where Adriana slept.

She was two and a half years old — with golden curls and a sweet smile.

Beside her were her two real cats, Keshmish and Abri, curled up softly.

But in Adriana’s arms was her favorite friend — a small, plush cat named Pishi.

Every night she hugged Pishi tightly until she fell asleep.

Pishi smelled like dreams and warmth.

Then, as the little clock on the nightstand went tick-tock three times,

Pishi’s button eyes suddenly sparkled!

Her tiny tail twitched, and in a soft whisper she said,

“Adriana… are you awake?”

Adriana blinked.

“Pishi? You can talk?”

Pishi giggled.

“Yes! Tonight is special. We’re going to visit the Cat City!”

Adriana gasped. “Is that real?”

Pishi nodded. “Only children with kind hearts can see it. Close your eyes… I’ll show you.”

Moonlight grew brighter.

The bed lifted off the floor, floating like a little silver boat through the window.

Keshmish and Abri leaped up beside them with happy “meows,”

and together, they sailed into the glowing night —

to the magical City of Cats.

Part Two: The Cat Festival

The bed landed softly on a shiny, silver road.

Adriana opened her eyes and gasped.

All around her were tiny, colorful houses — their roofs shaped like cat ears,

their windows like bright, smiling eyes.

The air smelled of warm milk and honey.

“Welcome to the Cat City!” said Pishi with a proud little bow.Cats of every size and color came running from every direction —

some wearing ribbons, others tiny hats.

One played the drum, another danced, and a group of kittens giggled from a tree.

Keshmish whispered, “Adriana, this place feels like a dream!”

Abri nodded. “The most beautiful dream ever!”

Then, a golden trumpet sounded.

A large cat with a shiny coat and a crown appeared —

the Cat King!

“Welcome, dear child,” said the King kindly.

“You are our special guest tonight.”

Adriana hid shyly behind Pishi,

but when the kittens took her hands and danced around her,

she laughed — a bright, happy laugh.

Lights sparkled in the sky.

Music filled the air.

Pishi whispered, “Every time you smile, the moon shines brighter!”

Adriana smiled again — and indeed, the moon glowed like a lantern above them.

The Cat King smiled too.

“Your smile brings light to our city,” he said.

And all night long, the City of Cats was full of laughter, dancing, and joy.

Dawn was slowly rising.

The lights of the Cat City began to fade.

Adriana sat beside a fountain of warm milk,

with Pishi curled up in her lap.

The Cat King walked over and said gently,

“It’s time to go home, little one.

But remember — every night when you hug Pishi,

the doors of our city open again in your heart.”

He placed a glowing necklace around her neck,

a circle of soft moonlight.

“This will keep your dreams bright,” he said.

Adriana whispered, “But I don’t want to go yet…”

The Cat King chuckled.

“The festival never truly ends — you just have to wake up sometimes.”

Pishi took her hand.

Keshmish and Abri stood close.

A soft wind began to swirl —

and in a blink, everything turned into silver mist.

When Adriana opened her eyes again,

she was back in her warm little bed.

Pishi lay quietly in her arms,

and Keshmish and Abri were sleeping by her side.

Adriana smiled.

“Good night, Pishi… we’ll go back soon, right?”

Pishi — maybe in a dream, maybe for real — winked one shiny eye.

The moonlight kissed Adriana’s cheek,

and in that peaceful silence, she drifted back to sleep…

while somewhere far away, the Cat City was already waiting for her next smile.