Saturday, March 14, 2015

Mr. Fluffercat

Creative Writing + Public Speaking

    “I'm late! I'm Late!!” Mr. Fluffercat yelled down as he raced down the streets of London. Forgetting to look both ways, he started to run across a road but skidded to a stop just in time to let a car pass though. After a while huffing and puffing he managed to reach his office building.
    Motivated by the sight of the elevator, he gained all of his energy back and Mr. Fluffercat anxiously waited in front of the doors while pressing his fists repeatedly on the button. After what seemed forever, the swoosh of the elevator doors opening rang in his ears and he scrambled inside.
    “Level 24! LEVEL 24!!” he screamed at the buttons as he aimed at but failed again and again to hit the 2 and the 4 with his big furry paws. Ding went the elevator over and over again at all of the wrong floors until by a miracle another businessman, a skinnier cat, got in the elevator and pressed the number 24. Finally, Mr. Fluffercat reached level 24 and bolted out, shoving the other cat to the side.
    Right, left, left, right, he ran until he reached his office. He sighed a sigh of the deepest relief, until he realized that he never stopped moving and was sliding down the marble floor of the office hall. “ Curse my over-fluffy paws!” he thought. Mr. Fluffercat let out a shriek and every cat peeped their head out the door of their office to see what the noise was coming from. He was red all over and decided to walk for the first time in the day back to his office. 

Once inside, the cat didn't even close the door behind him. As soon as he saw the printer he forgot all about walking and bolted to the printer. Mr. Fluffercat ripped the paper in his 

suitcase and put it in the fax machine. Then he went to the copier next to it and made 11 copies for the cats at the conference. Without noticing, his hands automatically rose up and his jaws automatically started nibbling. Once Mr. Fluffercat heard the last beep, he snatched all of the copies, stuffed them into his suitcase and went running to the elevator again.
    This time, Mr. Fluffercat managed to punch in the numbers, and he quickly got to floor 36, and raced all the way to the other side of the building until the door to the conference room was right in front of him. With pride that he had made it just 7 minutes late, he tried to open the door and found that it was locked! On the door Mr. Fluffercat found a stickynote that read “Meeting canceled”
    “WHAT?!”