My Magic Carpet

For months now my mistress has been swishing her broom around the house on a weekly basis, giving me ample opportunity to master the art of flying. 

The results, I’m ashamed to admit, have been a constant disappointment.   

HOWEVER, last night I had a revelation!

A young man was visiting and noticed my fondness for sprawling on the throw rug in the middle of the kitchen.    My mistress, as usual, was scolding me for being underfoot while she was trying to cook.  (It’s a nightly arrangement we have:  She scolds.  I sprawl and ignore her.)

The young man grabbed the edge of the rug and quickly pulled on it in an attempt to dislodge me.  I was too quick for him.  I dug in my claws and held on.  This was MY rug! 

He swung the carpet around the floor of the kitchen, with me on it, in ever widening arcs and rapid circles.  My head was spinning as fast as the carpet that I was clinging to.  What fun!   

Every time I lost my grip and tumbled off, I’d race back to the rug and hop on again!  It was The Best Game Ever!

As she neatly sidestepped our movements, my witch commented wryly, “It looks like Grimalkin has a flying carpet!”

I was so astonished that I accidentally rolled off the rug again!  Carpets can fly?

Reflecting back, I was certain that, at several moments during our game, my rug had actually left the ground.   With growing excitement, I pondered:  What if I could command it to fly by myself?  The thing was certainly easier to hang on to than a silly old broom.  (More comfortable too!)

Shortly after my mistress had gone to bed and the other animals were all snoring, I decided to test my theory.   I started at one end of the kitchen, took off at full speed, landed in the middle of the rug.

 I found myself sailing across the kitchen floor and into the living room!  It was AWESOME! 

But there I was stopped.  The damned sofa was in my way. 

Undaunted, I tried again from another angle.    I backed to the edge of the living room and sprinted to the rug.   

My rug and I were just on the verge of Lift Off when we crashed again – this time into the raised hearth of the fireplace.  I shook my head to clear the celestial vision of stars that I was seeing and climbed off the rug to analyze the situation.

The carpet had definite potential.  What we needed was more room.  So I sat and thought and then I thought some more. ..

This morning, when my witch woke and wandered out to the kitchen to make coffee, she noticed the absence of the rug.  In searching, she found it crumpled by the hearth in the next room.  She scratched her head in bewilderment and carried it back to the kitchen.

I never said a word that would enlighten her.  I didn’t even mention  the fact that I had been up all night Thinking. 

However, with YOU, dear Reader, I will share the results of my Thoughts:

I have observed that when the dog has an “accident” on one of the rugs, my mistress cleans it and then takes the rug outside to dry in the sun.  

I would hate to soil My Rug.  However, the dog is certain to be blamed for the mess and, with my carpet outside, there will be plenty of room for me to get airborn.

A Win/Win Situation, don’t you think?   

I’m going to try it!