the adventures of flat cat

When I was a kitten the Lambs adopted me. Before I was even named, they moved onto Tantara.

I was so excited about my new home. I especially liked to run on the cockpit cover. While they were moving onto the boat,

I ran one lap around the deck, over the cockpit cover, and slid down a pole onto a bench in the cockpit. As soon as I landed on the bench,

Rachel slammed down a heavy box of books right on top of me!

“Meeeeeoowwww!” I screamed, trying to breathe. Rachel quickly heaved the heavy box off of me, and everyone ran to see what had happened.

When I finally came to my senses I looked around. “Are you OK? Are you OK?” They all asked as they stared at me in wide-eyed amazement.

“What?” I asked, “Why are you staring at me? I’m fine.”

“But you’re flat!” Daniel blurted out.

“I’m what?” I cried in terror. I ran to the mirror and was shocked at what I saw. There I was as flat as flat can be.

I walked slowly back thinking about the advantages of being flat. Actually I have never really regretted being flat even though my two brothers,

Cheddar and Smokey, said they could barely recognize me.

That night Emily giggled and said to Rachel, “I can’t think of any better name to give him now than Flat Cat.” The name has stuck ever since.

The End