PUSS IN BOOTS
Puss in Boots is a well known tale about the clever cat (The Master Cat or puss-in-boots) and his Master. Charles Perrault wrote the original Tale: Le Maistre Chat, ou le Chat Batte, published in 1697. Many translated and interpreted versions of Puss in Boots were written subsequently. Andrew Lang, in The Blue Fairy Book, his first of 12 fairy books (1889), edited and translated Puss in Boots for all of us to enjoy.
In Puss in Boots, a poor miller dies and leaves his youngest son nothing but a cat. The son is not too happy about it, either; " ...once I've eaten my cat and made a muff out of the fur, I'm sure to starve," he says. But what an inheritance the bequeathed cat turns out to be! Mr. Puss in Boots, in his tall boots, creates a new identity for the youngest son--the Marquis of Carabas, complete with fine clothes, fields of wheat, a castle stolen from an ogre, and in the end, the respect of the king and the hand of the king's daughter.
Many people over the ceturies have found great inspiration from the story of Puss in Boots. It was originally written as a moral and the Puss in Boots Formula for Success is:
1) To accept what you've got.
2) Apply hard work.
3) Focus on where you're trying to go.
4) Watch magical transformations happen!
Puss in Boots was also a very popular character in pantomimes in the 1800s.
Puss In Boots Back in the News...
DreamWorks puts Puss in Boots in the lime light with Shrek 2, Shrek the Third, Shrek 4, and Shrek 5. And...Puss In Boots really hits it big: Puss in Boots Stars in his own Movie.
According to DailyExpress, Antonio Banderas has signed on for a "Shrek" spin-off movie, entitled "Puss In Boots: The Story of an Ogre Killer." In development by Dreamworks and is scheduled for release in 2010.
"The Puss in Boots Movie is going to show his back history, from being born a kitten to the swaggering cat that he is today," explained Banderas -
"I've seen the scripts and they're very emotional, as well as very funny, and that's a combination that I think the audiences will like."
It's no surprise that the stock of "Puss In Boots" went up when DreamWorks featured puss in boots in "Shrek 2". Suddenly the clever cat with the fancy boots was gathering a lot more interest than he ever had before. Puss in Boots' stardom has been long overdue, this fairy tale was ignored by the Disney animation studios and other studios in their heydays.
The Story of Puss in Boots ...
Puss in Boots, Puss 'n' Boots, Puss-in-Boots, or The Master Cat is a wonderful Tale written by Charles Perrault.
There was a miller whose only inheritance to his three sons was his mill, his donkey, and his cat (Puss in Boots). The division was soon made. They hired neither a clerk nor an attorney, for they would have eaten up all the poor patrimony. The eldest took the mill, the second the donkey, and the youngest nothing but the cat.
The poor young fellow was quite comfortless for having received so little. "My brothers," said he, "may make a handsome living by joining their shares together; but, for my part, after I have eaten up my cat, and made myself a muff from his skin, I must then die of hunger."
Puss in Boots, who heard all this, but pretended otherwise, said to him with a grave and serious air, "Do not be so concerned, my good master. If you will but give me a bag, and have a pair of boots made for me, that I may scamper through the dirt and the brambles, then you shall see that you are not so poorly off with me as you imagine."
Puss in Boots' master did not build very much upon what he said. However, he had often seen him play a great many cunning tricks to catch rats and mice, such as hanging by his heels, or hiding himself in the meal, and pretending to be dead; so he did take some hope that he might give him some help in his miserable condition.
After receiving what he had asked for, the cat gallantly pulled on the boots and slung the bag about his neck. Holding its drawstrings in his forepaws, he went to a place where there was a great abundance of rabbits. Puss in Boots put some bran and greens into his bag, then stretched himself out as if he were dead. Puss in Boots thus waited for some young rabbits, not yet acquainted with the deceits of the world, to come and look into his bag.
He had scarcely lain down before he had what he wanted. A rash and foolish young rabbit jumped into his bag, and Puss in Boots, immediately closed the strings, then took and killed him without pity.
Proud of his prey, he went with it to the palace, and asked to speak with his majesty. He was shown upstairs into the king's apartment, and, making a low bow, said to him, "Sir, I have brought you a rabbit from my noble lord, the Master of Carabas" (for that was the title which Puss in Boots was pleased to give his master).
"Tell your master," said the king, "that I thank him, and that I am very pleased with his gift."
Another time he went and hid himself in a grain field. He again held his bag open, and when a brace of partridges ran into it, he drew the strings, and caught them both. He presented these to the king, as he had done before with the rabbit. The king, in like manner, received the partridges with great pleasure, and gave him a tip. Puss in Boots continued, from time to time for two or three months, to take game to his majesty from his master.
One day, when he knew for certain that the king would be taking a drive along the riverside with his daughter, the most beautiful princess in the world, he said to his master, "If you will follow my advice your fortune is made. All you must do is to go and bathe yourself in the river at the place I show you, then leave the rest to me."
The Marquis of Carabas did what Puss in Boots advised him to, without knowing why. While he was bathing the king passed by, and Puss in Boots began to cry out, "Help! Help! My Lord Marquis of Carabas is going to be drowned."
At this noise the king put his head out of the coach window, and, finding it was Puss in Boots who had so often brought him such good game, he commanded his guards to run immediately to the assistance of his lordship the Marquis of Carabas. While they were drawing the poor Marquis out of the river, Puss in Boots came up to the coach and told the king that, while his master was bathing, some rogues had come by and stolen his clothes, even though he had cried out, "Thieves! Thieves!" several times, as loud as he could. In truth, the cunning Puss in Boots had hidden the clothes under a large stone.
The king immediately commanded the officers of his wardrobe to run and fetch one of his best suits for the Lord Marquis of Carabas.
The king received him very courteously. And, because the king's fine clothes gave him a striking appearance (for he was very handsome and well proportioned), the king's daughter took a secret inclination to him. The Marquis of Carabas had only to cast two or three respectful and somewhat tender glances at her but she fell head over heels in love with him. The king asked him to enter the coach and join them on their drive.
Puss in Boots, quite overjoyed to see how his project was succeeding, ran on ahead. Meeting some countrymen who were mowing a meadow, he said to them, "My good fellows, if you do not tell the king that the meadow you are mowing belongs to my Lord Marquis of Carabas, you shall be chopped up like mincemeat."
The king did not fail to ask the mowers whose meadow it was that they were mowing.
"It belongs to my Lord Marquis of Carabas," they answered altogether, for Puss in Boots' threats had frightened them.
"You see, sir," said the Marquis, "this is a meadow which never fails to yield a plentiful harvest every year."
Puss in Boots, still running on ahead, met with some reapers, and said to them, "My good fellows, if you do not tell the king that all this grain belongs to the Marquis of Carabas, you shall be chopped up like mincemeat."
The king, who passed by a moment later, asked them whose grain it was that they were reaping.
"It belongs to my Lord Marquis of Carabas," replied the reapers, which pleased both the king and the marquis. The king congratulated him for his fine harvest. Puss in Boots continued to run ahead and said the same words to all he met. The king was astonished at the vast estates of the Lord Marquis of Carabas.
Puss in Boots came at last to a stately castle, the lord of which was an ogre, the richest that had ever been known. All the lands which the king had just passed by belonged to this castle. Puss in Boots, who had taken care to inform himself who this ogre was and what he could do, asked to speak with him, saying he could not pass so near his castle without having the honor of paying his respects to him.
The ogre received him as civilly as an ogre could do, and invited him to sit down. "I have heard," said Puss in Boots, "that you are able to change yourself into any kind of creature that you have a mind to. You can, for example, transform yourself into a lion, an elephant, or the like."
"That is true," answered the ogre very briskly; "and to convince you, I shall now become a lion."
Puss in Boots was so terrified at the sight of a lion so near him that he leaped onto the roof, which caused him even more difficulty, because his boots were of no use at all to him in walking on the tiles. However, the ogre resumed his natural form, and Puss in Boots came down, saying that he had been very frightened indeed.
"I have further been told," said Puss in Boots, "that you can also transform yourself into the smallest of animals, for example, a rat or a mouse. But I can scarcely believe that. I must admit to you that I think that that would be quite impossible."
"Impossible!" cried the ogre. "You shall see!"
He immediately changed himself into a mouse and began to run about the floor. As soon as Puss in Boots saw this, he fell upon him and ate him up.
Meanwhile the king, who saw this fine castle of the ogre's as he passed, decided to go inside. Puss in Boots, who heard the noise of his majesty's coach running over the drawbridge, ran out and said to the king, "Your majesty is welcome to this castle of my Lord Marquis of Carabas."
"What! my Lord Marquis," cried the king, "and does this castle also belong to you? There can be nothing finer than this court and all the stately buildings which surround it. Let us go inside, if you don't mind."
The marquis gave his hand to the princess, and followed the king, who went first. They passed into a spacious hall, where they found a magnificent feast, which the ogre had prepared for his friends, who were coming to visit him that very day, but dared not to enter, knowing the king was there.
His majesty was perfectly charmed with the good qualities of my Lord Marquis of Carabas, as was his daughter, who had fallen violently in love with him, and, seeing the vast estate he possessed, said to him, after having drunk five or six glasses, "It will be your own fault, my Lord Marquis, if you do not become my son-in-law."
The marquis, making several low bows, accepted the honor which his majesty conferred upon him, and forthwith, that very same day, married the princess.
Puss in Boots became a great lord, and never again ran after mice, except for entertainment. That is the story of Puss in Boots.