Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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decided to continue to trust the help he was getting from the

red balloon he held in her snout.

He kept his feet in place and gave the balky ceiling the hardest

shove he could, intending to use only his head; but his red

balloon hit it too.

The ceiling moved more. But this time rather than stopping, it

had apparently been pushed sufficiently far to have engaged some

sort of mechanism, which kept it opening all the way to the

other side. Stevie didn’t expect this much ease, but wasn’t the

least bit surprised by it either. It was just like any other

hinged plastic device amplified by a compelling spring. The

ceiling ceased being one and came to rest at an odd angle, again

likely the result of the mysterious, unseen, yet suggested

spring; which might have been a bit rusty from lack of use and

lubrication.

Suddenly Stevie could fly. He took the balloon out of his snout

and held it in his front paws; the way one cuddles a friend.

Suddenly all the other cats and dogs were flying too; even old

Clement.