Shady-dude, a life of leisure

Remembering When: The Day I Flew

I was reading Sophie Bean's diary and her recent attempt at flying reminded me of the day I tried to fly. This was about 5 years ago, but mom remembers it like it was yesterday! Here's what happened....
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Mom and dad had bought some new furniture... including a new giant bed (which I now sleep under and love). On the day the furniture was being delivered Daddy was supposed to stop home to let the movers in, and to take care of me and my sister Salina-cat. Well, daddy is always late. ALWAYS. So instead of getting home and putting us safely away in the bathroom like mommy TOLD him to, he got home right as the moving guys were pulling up to the house. And he didn't make us safe. BAAAAD DADDY!!!!

So these strangers were coming in the house. With giant scary things. Salina ran and hid behind the curtains, but I wanted to be more safe than that! I did my usual: run upstairs and hide... but one of the strangers had beat me to it! He was already in the bedroom... walking out toward me! So I tried to run into the guest room... but the door was closed! And there was another stranger coming up the stairs.

I had nowhere to go, and I was desperate.

Dad was downstairs and says he watched the whole thing like it was in slow-mo... there I was... leaning waaay over the ledge between the bars of the railing... obviously terrified but with nowhere to go... and then... SWOOSH - FLYING CAT! Thankfully I landed on the carpeting to cushion my landing, and then I went and hid safely between the piano and the wall until the nightmare was over. (And yes, dad checked on me... and I was completely unharmed. I just used up another one of my 9 lives that day!)

Daddy was so relieved. He told the moving guys (who were amazed at my incredible flying technique) that if I'd been hurt he was going to crawl into the back of their truck to escape, 'cause mom would have killed him.

And that, dear friends, was my experience as a flying cat!