M isha was a very good artist but a very poor man He lived by himself in a tiny cottage outside the village of Grodno Few people in Grodno had enough money to buy his paintings so Misha made do with very little He lived on the few potatoes he grew in his yard and the milk he got from his old cow Klara
One winter night when the winds howled and the snow blew around the windows a little cat wandered into Misha’s barn She made her way to the stall where Klara was sleeping and curled up beside the old cow for warmth Klara didn’t mind having a visitor and she gave her approval with a low moo
