The Vacuum Cleaner Cat-tastrophe

Fluffy lived in a most wonderful house in Los Angeles with his loving owners, Mrs. and Mr. Glenfield. He had everything from good kibble, a fantastic cat tree, toys, and even a fancy litter box. Every bit of his life was perfect. Well, almost. Every Sunday, while Mr. Glenfield was at work, Mrs. Glenfield would bring out that horrible, deafening monster. The vacuum cleaner. It was so loud, not even a hundred squeals of terror from the mice he caught could drown it out! It was more than twice his size! And most of all, it would eat everything in its path. A leaf? Gobbled up. Some of Fluffy’s loose fur on the ground? It was sucked up too. Not even a rock could stand a chance against those gnashing, mechanical teeth. Fluffy would watch from a safe distance as the creature, led by Mrs. Glenfield, would eat everything on the floor.

One day, he had had enough. He was going to stop this monstrous beast for good. But he needed a plan. That night, while his owners were asleep, he went into his little cat tent and began to think. First of all, he would need a distraction from the vacuum. After some thought, he decided he would spill some beans onto the floor in the morning. After the mechanical monster started to feast on the beans, he would go and pull out the power cord. He had seen Mrs. Glenfield pull it out, and when she did, all the noise and chaos would stop.

That Sunday, he put his plan into action. Right before Mr. Glenfield left the house, he knocked a can of Lima beans onto the carpet. When the vacuum came, it happily ate up the beans under the supervision of Mrs. Glenfield. When Fluffy saw this, he rushed over to the power outlet and pulled the cord. What he didn’t know was that he had accidentally pulled the cord for the toaster, and not the vacuum cleaner. And now, he was right in the path of it! Mrs. Glenfield didn’t even have time to react before Fluffy’s tail was sucked into the tube. Fluffy felt the air whooshing about his tail, and he saw his life flash before his eyes. Was this really how it would end? Eaten by a mechanical land-shark? Then, his legs were sucked into the tube too, and he gave a pathetic meow of terror. Then everything abruptly stopped as Mrs. Glenfield turned off the vacuum.

“Oh my god, Fluffy! Are you okay?” cried Mrs. Glenfield.

Fluffy, who was scared out of his wits, only whimpered in fear before darting to his cat tent. There, he crawled under his fluffy blankets and didn’t come out for another hour or so. And from then on, he never confronted the vacuum cleaner again.