That was a black Ankara cat resting on a rising stone dais, with a stream flowing out from beneath the rocks. The kitty squatted on the stone slab, enjoying the sparse sunlight that illuminated that small patch. Its slender black fur was like a beautiful shawl, adding a touch of nobility to such a cute creature. Its light yellow eyes, like glass beads, stared at the surface of the water while its tail kept time on the stone slab with the song of the stream.
Apart from the flowing stream, it seemed that nothing could disturb the cat. The mere presence of the cat managed to instill a sense of reverence in two little witches, causing Mory to rub her eyes; she felt as if the black cat had become one with the forest.
"That kitty, Mory, is so adorable," Rola whispered into Mory's ear, her eyes completely filled by the sight of that black cat.
"Let's take it home with us, Rola."
