This trash can is so cold, and the rain is so loud. As I curl up tighter to conserve as much of my own body heat as I can, I hope and pray that I will make it through this storm unharmed. The wind whips around the can and I realize that I can feel a little water trickling through a small crack in the lid. Oh perfect. I shift slightly to the side to get out from under the water.
Suddenly I begin to feel the trash can tip to the side. Oh no, NO!! The can tips and rolls, bumping and jostling down the cobblestone road. Trash and gross food flies everywhere and I feel things sticking to my fur. I scream and wail, desperately clawing at the sides for stability. I hear a splash and the can stops rolling. The lid falls of and water starts to trickle in but stops as soon as it starts.
I'm floating down Main Street!! Someone help me please!!! I wail and cry but to no avail. My can continues to float down the street. From what I can see there is water everywhere and car tires are almost completely submerged in water. The wind blows hard and I can see trees giving way to the wind and branches falling left and right.
I curl up tight and move far back into the can to avoid getting wet too much. I guess I should just settle in, not much else I can do. I lay my head down, send a quick prayer that I'll make it out of this alive and close my eyes.
I wake up to the sun streaming through the clouds. I'm alive!!! Thank goodness!! I scoot up to see where I am and I realize the can has washed up onto a sidewalk against a tree in Central Park. I slowly walk out of the can and survey the area. People are walking around, looking at all the damage that's been done. Some look shocked while other look a little sad. I quickly move to under a bench to get out of sight. There's a small puddle next to me. I take a drink and move on to find the closest alley to find some food. Unfortunately, the pickings aren't too good since almost everything is soaked from the storm. I can only hope things will clear up and things will go back to normal soon. As a cat, I can't say I like all the water everywhere.
Golden Ram Girl,
ReplyDeleteYour story reminds me for some reason of the film "Beasts of the Southern Wild." Have you seen it? It really has little to do with the film, other than floating out a storm and being a small being pummeled by natural forces... You've snared the cartoon hungry child inside us, and created an interesting narrative. My main question for you is whether cats are homesick and whether they know that they've arrived at Central Park (I'm kind of joking)... Still, I remember hearing about a study done on cats that were locked up in rooms with horizontal or vertical stripes, and how forever afterward they were disoriented whenever they were released from these confines. (Could be urban legend!)
Best,
Spring