Roll also loved to lie by the window and watch the events taking place. Moreover, in this Lowland, as the name of the Kingdom of the Netherlands was translated, it rained very often and the most reasonable thing, of course, was to be where it remained dry and warm.
And so, on rainy days, the kitten lay on the radiator and looked at the creeping drops on the glass. In front of him, people sometimes humorously minced, hunched over under an umbrella – and everyone was in a hurry. And Roll was in no hurry. He often fell into a sweet slumber, and when he woke up, the picture changed: either a flock of chirping gray birds flew, then a white cloud appeared in the clearing sky, like a castle made of sour cream. Thinking about sour cream returned Roll to reality, and he jumped off the windowsill, went to his bowl and refreshed himself with appetite. And when Erica came home from school or her grandmother came back from the market, they would certainly take the cat in her arms, scratching her tummy and back. The girl or grandmother was reading some book at that time, and the kitten, under the rustle of pages, studied letters and words with interest, and it even began to seem to him that he, too, could already read. This is how the kitten learned about life and the world.
The Chariot of the Seasons swept through the hot months and smoothly passed into a calmer and cooler period: autumn came. The trees were quietly parting with leaves that were now unnecessary. At parting they played with them, launching them like kites, and they soared for a long time in the air. From the yellow-red, now completely joyfully colored leaves, a fluffy rustling carpet was formed, like a mosaic, chaotic and logical in its chaos. Sometimes a fractional rain dabbled with thrown leaves, sometimes a mischievous wind amused, scattering them and re-creating new patterns.
As the leaves flew from the trees, so did the wool from the Roll. He also had autumn, a cat autumn called molt. Fortunately, cat autumn is not the same as that of trees – it does not strip cats and cats naked, but only adds flying fluff to the flying leaves. Roll liked autumn. He liked those rustling, rustling leaves. He was delighted when they jumped from the trees, and Roll jumped to them and caught them: curled up in a ball, rolled in this whole heap, grabbed, caught leaves, and more and more flew towards him. Autumn is a very good time of the year.