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 The Cat  Behind the Glass

Originally By: Dr. Seuss Re-written By: Emily Hull

 On the nights where the sun was hidden by the blackened clouds, I would find a house to rest. I searched and searched each time for the household of my liking. This day was different than the others. Today was a day I contrived for many long years. Today I would not be the only completing my duty, but I would bring the Things. After much searching, I found a house most perfect. From the outside it looked anything but shabby. It looked as if it would be filled with a profuse amount of possessions in which I could make into games of my own kind.

 I observed the house from afar, staring through the windows, just out of the site of anyone from within. A woman exited the house and two children sat staring from the window. Each rain drop streaked the glass as the children ached for fun. The girl sat straight. Her back against the chair and hair in two perfectly combed pigtails. No, she is not the one. I move my eyes to the face of the boy. Pleasantly plump with his shirt un-tucked. His face longing for something more interesting. Yes, this is the perfect child. You can tell by his disposition that he is an intolerable child who never seems to do anything right. It must haunt him, but today I will take his worries in my own hands and create him a new. You must be wondering who I am; well I am the Cat behind the Glass.

 I walked straight, with my umbrella upright trying to cover my tall red and white striped hat. I reach the knob of the door and turned it so slightly and then all at once to begin the ritual. Bump! The door clamored open, and the two children who were seated so quietly jump. They look at me startled, for who has ever truly seen a cat in a hat? I turn to face them and exam the room.

 "Why, hello dear children. My name is cat. and you are?" The two children's eyes did not even blink. They examined my demeanor and never looked back. Finally to cure the deafening silence, they screamed. A scream so piercing that it resounded for many seconds before they ran. "Now, now, children, there is nothing to be afraid of. Why, I'm just a cat, here to make your day everything but dreary." My face stretched into the widest smile I could muster as I searched for the children.

 Upon finding them, I showed them how fun I could be. I created games and flew kites. The house thrown askew. I showed them how much fun the world could be when you, frankly, just did not care. I convinced them to trust me and become my friend. The girl was still frigid and did not believe she could trust me, but that is okay because she will not remember this anyways. The malevolent storm still rang loud but no one paid it any attention as we jumped from couch to couch, and indeed, we ruined the house.

 I sat with the children, and we looked around. I saw their faces grow grim when they saw what we had did. They saw the dilapidated state of the home. What have they done while their mother was out? I told them there was a way that we could fix it all. I told them that I would not let this mess be left unaided, or leave them to be scolded by their mother. I brought out a small red box from within my fur pocket. I unfolded it time after time after time until it was taller and wider than the children themselves. Their faces shown with such amazement as I almost lifted the lock.

 I stopped myself before completely unlatching the box. "Now, children, you mustn't be afraid of what I am about to let out. They are difficult to handle, but once you know how, everything becomes fun again." The boy nodded his approval for me to open the box, while his sister sat still, staring. Her brother tapped her on the shoulder and she too began to nod. I unlocked the box and out popped the Things. Thing 1 and Thing 2 that is. Their blue hair shining and red shirts labeling who they were. They immediately sprang from the box and began to do what the Things do. They would not listen to a word the children said. They ran and ran and completely tore up their home. It seemed as if they would do exactly the opposite of what the children said.

 The boy, the boy in which I now knew was the right one, spoke to Thing 1 and told him to destroy the house. Instead the Thing cleaned up every mess it had made. Ah yes, now I was certain that this boy was the one I had been waiting for. You see I am not just a cat. No nothing like that. To explain fully what I am would takes days,even weeks. The children yelled for me to go. The girl in particular was quite loathsome of everything I had done to their home. I began to exit the house with a frown on my face.”I can see when I'm not wanted. I will not loiter.” But they do not know that I will never truly leave.

 I live inside the minds of the troubled children themselves. A cat wearing a red striped hat couldn't exist in the real world. I live inside, malevolent and violent. I grow stronger while the child in turn grows weak. I live in the deepest corner of the mind. Eradicating the person the child once was. I have brought along with me the Things to ravish the child's mind. Some doctors call me a “disease.” They have yet to figure out what I really am. I am the child's own monster.