A soothing cats bedtime story for toddlers about Marvelo, a special Siamese kitty with floppy ears and a tiny tail who dreams of joining Circus Fantastico. When he finally flies under the sparkling lights, he discovers something important: home and adventure can both be part of his story. Perfect for ages 2-4, this gentle tale whispers truths about belonging, longing, and the warmth of family waiting with open paws.
Marvelo was a Siamese kitty with floppy ears, a big round head, and a tail so tiny it looked like a fuzzy button.
He lived in Furryville with his mama, Junebug, and his three sisters: Jezebel, Jillyboo, and Jujube. They thought Marvelo was perfect exactly as he was.
One morning, a poster appeared on the fence. Bright colors. Big letters. “Circus Fantastico!”
Marvelo stared at it. He imagined himself flying through the air, spinning under sparkling lights.
“I want to go,” he said.
Junebug kissed the top of his big head. “Then you should.”
Marvelo practiced in the backyard. He jumped. He twirled. His tiny tail wiggled for balance, and his big ears helped him floatโjust a little.
His sisters clapped. Mama Junebug watched with warm eyes.
When Circus Fantastico came to town, Marvelo took a deep breath and walked right up to the ring.
The Acro-Cats watched him leap. They watched his ears catch the air like soft wings.
“Welcome,” they said.
Marvelo loved the circus. The lights. The applause. The feeling of flying.
But at night, in his little bunk under the big tent, he closed his eyes.
He thought of Junebeg’s purr. Of Jezebel’s laugh. Of Jillyboo and Jujube tumbling in the grass.
He missed them. And that was okay.
When the circus came back to Furryville, Marvelo ran straight home.
Junebug was waiting. His sisters pounced on him, all at once.
“Tell us everything!” they said.
And he did.
He told them about the trapeze, the costumes, the crowd. Then he curled up with them in a warm pile and fell asleep.
Now Marvelo travels with the circus. He flies and spins and makes people gasp.
But whenever the circus visits Furryville, he goes home.
He eats with his family. He plays in the backyard. He rests.
And when it’s time to leave again, Junebug kisses his big head.
“Go fly,” she says.
And he does.
Goodnight, Marvelo. Goodnight, Junebug. Goodnight, big ears and tiny tail.
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