Toby-Cat wasn’t very pleased with me last night. It was a full moon and I opted to take my new electronic Kenwood steam mop for a ride rather than the Broom.

“I’m not going on that thing” Cat said, digging his claws in.
“Why not. I just want to take it for a quick spin to see how it goes – after all it is a new model”
“No way will I be seen dead (or alive) on that ... that electronic monstrosity”
I could hear Broom sniggering in the cupboard and I snapped at him
“You be quiet or you’ll end up in the kindling basket”. He bristled.
I turned to Cat “Okay your choice but I just might find myself a new cat. Now either get on the end of that mop or … “
“Okay, okay – don’t harp on so. Oooh, the damn thing vibrates!”
“Hold on, we’re off “…

We swept into the night sky, curving into a half arc. The full moon lighting our way. “Eeeow” he screamed from behind me.
I turned, Cat was clinging desperately to the end of the mop with his front claws, his back legs flying out behind him.
“What the hell are you doing” I screamed. “Get on the mop you stupid mog”.
He hissed at me, “slooooow down…, sloooooow down”. The mop came to an abrupt halt and Cat’s body went flying over my head and screaming like a banishee he fell like a stone. I dived rapidly downwards and caught him by the collar, heaving him onto the end of the mop. Still hissing and swearing under his breath he regained his equilibrium. I ignored him and we swept once again into the night sky twisting, turning and swooping. The mop bucked a bit and another scream emitted from Cat.
“Shut-up, I can’t hear myself think with all that noise, you’ll wake the neighbourhood”

We swooped over the Bay, skimming the waves.
“Is it a bird? Is it a bee? No, it’s super mop” I sang out. The Kenwood mop still had a tendency to kick but the vibration could hardly be felt and it seemed to have settled itself into a free-flowing movement. Feeling happy, I told myself that my purchase was well worth it when the mop suddenly shuddered, did four-to-five kangaroo hops and plunged towards the sea. Mop, Cat and I landed with an enormous splash.

Cat screamed hysterically and scrabbled frantically to gain a foothold on my head.
“I’m drowning, I’m drowning, do something”.
Gulping water, gasping for air and gritting my teeth I snarled “I would you stupid cat. Get off my head and grab the mop. Here”
Cat frenetically grasped the mop with his claws.
“Broom, Broom get here now” I screamed
“You called Madam?”
I looked up and above us Broom hovered. I could hear the mirth in his voice .
“Get down here now”.

Cat and I clambered onto his quivering frame. I was sure the damn broom was laughing at me. I grabbed the mop from the water and we took to the skies. Cat shivering and moaning behind me and Broom still shaking with laughter.
Arriving home I threw the mop into the laundry cupboard, ignored Cat and Broom and stomped off to the bedroom. I Silently undressed, throwing my wet black gown and hat into the laundry bin before rubbing myself dry. I crept into bed snuggling up to the warmth of my husband who wrapped his arms around me and fell asleep.

The following morning Broom still sniggered, Cat flicked his tail and ignored me and my husband commented about the wet spots on the kitchen floor and suggested we try out our new Kenwood Electric Mop …