“Teagan vs. Vacuum Cleaner”
The Adventures of Teagan, Ep. 7
“Teagan vs. Vacuum Cleaner”
“Teagan!” Mom called. She was standing in the hall, one hand resting on the closet door. Teagan chirped in response and sprinted out to see what Mom wanted, but stopped short when she saw Mom poised at the closet. It was Friday, and Teagan knew what that meant. Mom was releasing the beast.
Teagan flicked her tail unhappily. Mom never listened to her protests. Who cared about the mass amounts of fur coating the carpet? Let it gather! Soon enough it would be soft and fuzzy to walk on. And yeah, there was some litter on the floor outside the litter box, but they were minuscule grains; surely they weren’t that big of a deal. Okay, maybe there were a lot of teensy pebbles…but it didn’t bother Teagan.
Mom wasn’t having any of it, though. She arched an eyebrow and cocked her head at Teagan. “I’m going to vacuum,” she said. “Go to the window.” She twisted the knob and opened the door. Teagan scampered around to the other side of the room, glancing back as Mom carted out the giant, red beast with its various appendages and gaping mouths. The wheels creaked as Mom rolled it into the living room. The beast was still asleep, but it typically woke with a start, like an engine going zero to sixty in three seconds.
Mom reached back and started yanking the beast’s tail. Yeah, good job, Mom. No wonder the thing was always cranky when it roared to life. Teagan darted under the table and jumped onto the crates next to the window that served as her boarding bench. She waited on the slim chance the beast would not wake, that Mom would change her mind and lock it away again. No such luck. Mom grabbed the handle, pulled down, and kicked it.
The beast’s eyes flashed open, bright and shiny, and a resounding roar filled the room. Man, that thing had a set of lungs. It would continue to bellow the entire time it roamed throughout the apartment, gobbling up dust and dandruff. Teagan supposed she should feel a little sorry for the monster, only getting fed once a week. It must be starving. Teagan skittered behind the curtain to hide. She didn’t want to get eaten. She crouched low, out of sight and out of biting range of that maw that swept across the floor. At least the beast wasn’t as agile as Teagan.
Still, it was embarrassing having to hide like a quavering bunny rabbit. Teagan was a cat! Not prey. She wasn’t of a mind to tell the beast that, though. Teagan swallowed her tension. It wouldn’t last long. Though it seemed an eternity of agony, the beast eventually quieted, and Teagan remained hidden as she listened to the telltale signs of Mom releasing the tail, cocking the head back, and wheeling the beast back to its lair.
“Done, Teagan!” Mom called.
Teagan didn’t move right away. She needed a moment to regain her composure so she could make her exit like the proud, unperturbed, exquisite creature that she was. Then she heard the shuffle of treats in their plastic bag. Teagan straightened in interest. She wasn’t above bribery.