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My literary debut: A couple of cute talking cats battle the evil that is loud and annoying human technology in this charming little tale. I wrote it in the fourth grade, so it’s not exactly a masterpiece, but I thought it was kind of sweet, so have at it.
On a beautiful morning, a cute little kitten woke up. Her name was Harriet. She was all white with black spots and green eyes, nicknamed “Doughnut” because all curled up, she looked like a big doughnut covered with powder sugar and chocolate chips.
Her friend Mitt-Mitt, sleeping next to her, was a gray tabby cat with greenish-yellow eyes, nicknamed Wootie, Wootles, or Woodaulph for who knows what reason.
When Harriet woke up, she always looked at the calendar to see what day it was. Today when she looked at it, she cried out, “Mitt-Mitt! Wake up! It’s Sunday! The people always use the sucker on Sunday!”
Mitt-Mitt woke up. “What’s happenin’?” she said sleepily.
“No time to explain!” Harriet screeched. “Run!”
They ran to the bed and dived under. Mitt-Mitt said, “What? Sucker? The thing the people call the vacuum?” She wasn’t really awake yet.
The vacuum went under the desk and chair, and went out of the room.
Later that Afternoon…Harriet and Mitt-Mitt were eating lunch of Science Diet cat food and water. Suddenly they heard a noise. It was the kind of noise that the people called talking. It was the T.V.!
“Oh no!” said Harriet and Mitt-Mitt in a chorus. “The Noise Maker! We have to turn it off!”
“Wait!” Harriet shouted. “We must go to the Great Remote Control!”
“But we have to climb on the Forbidden Table!” Mitt-Mitt remembered.
“True, but if you haven’t noticed, this happens to be an EMERGENCY!!!!!!” Harriet cried.
“O.K.,” Mitt-Mitt agreed.
“Good!” said Harriet. She paused and added, “After a good cat nap!”
That Evening…“All right,” said Harriet.” We should talk about how powerful the people are in case we get caught in the act. I mean they talk with mouth noises.”
“Yeah,” said Mitt-Mitt. “I would give my last can of Frisky’s wet cat food to know how they do that.”
“O.K.” said Harriet. “Let’s go!”
“Now that we are at this forbidden table, can we please get it over with before the people see us?”
“Yes, except you are going up before I am,” Harriet told her.’
“Well, all right,” Mitt-Mitt answered bravely. When she got up she said, “It’s not here!”
“What!” cried a surprised Harriet. “It’s always there!”
“It isn’t! It isn’t! Oh dear! Oh no! Now we’ll never turn it off!” cried Mitt-Mitt in tears.
“Well, I’ll come up and see, said Harriet. She climbed up. What! That’s impossible! It was here last night!” She was talking half to herself; half to Mitt-Mitt.
“Last night was last night,” said Mitt-Mitt. “And it happens to be today!”
“All right, all right,” said Harriet. “I have an idea!”
She raced off to the T.V. It was on. “You stay here,” Harriet said to Mitt-Mitt. “I’m going up!”
“No! Not when it’s on! It’s the feared Noise maker!” cried Mitt-Mitt.
“I have to! Otherwise it will terrorize us forever!” Harriet said sadly. “Farewell, dear friend.”
“Oh, Harriet, you’re so brave!” Mitt-Mitt priased.
Harriet went behind it, climbed up, got a firm grip on one of the wires and broke it. There was a snap, a spark, a silence, and a “You did it!” from Mitt-Mitt.
Harriet came out and said, “Let’s celebrate with a good old cat nap!”
“One thing, Harriet,” Mitt-Mitt asked. “What’s a repair shop?”
