Readers please note that I do not own any of CS Lewis's literature or sadly a Swiss army knife but I do own the main character
The Cat, The Swiss army Knife, and the Wardrobe
A petite black and white cat mewed as she entered the darkened room. Peering around with her yellow green luminescent eyes she mewed yet again as she focused hers eyes on the lone wardrobe in the room. It had spidery, intricate carvings of a land clearly not existing on earth. An eerie light was coming from the wardrobe , along with a odd hum. Slowly almost gingerly the cat approached the wardrobe , her long black and white tail sweeping the worn and dusty floor. When she reached the slightly ajar door, the cat's little white paw pushed open the door wide enough for her slim figure to slip in.
The cat found herself racing through the wardrobe not sure what she was going, past the coats dust, and other assorted items. She couldn't stop, she had to keep going towards that eerie light at the end that seemed to pull her to it. As she raced through this obviously large wardrobe she felt herself going through a transformation of sorts. It was not one of physical, but one more mental, maybe even emotional.
Her mind raced with thoughts she had never thought of before, and when she mewed as she raced by she did not her a meow that she normally heard but something else.
She found herself saying,
" What the hell is happening to me!"
Her voice was not high nor low, almost musical and chanting like a wooden flute. Nothing of the cat's vision changed nor the sharpness of her small ears. Even her quick paws stayed the same. This was all rather new for the cat, but to her dismay she could not stop and evaluate thing, the magnet that was the eerie light drove her legs on. The cat also did not tire running through the seemingly long wardrobe, She had the feeling of airyness, and sheer glee. Not only did the eerie light keep her running but the sheer feeling of euphoria.
When the cat finally reached the light she was finally able to stop. Not only with the euphoria and pull gone the cat was tired, but the sheer beauty of Narnia stopped her in her tracks. She had stopped in fr0nt of a light post, in the middle of a field of flowers of every color imaginable possibly more, beyond that were the tallest trees ever, Far away mountains seeming to touch the sky which was turquoise and a sun that shone brighter than gold and diamonds put together. To top it all off like a cherry on a immense sundae, everything was topped with glistening dew. This was truly amazing. The cat sighed in ecstasy looking at the beautiful scene play out in front of her. Suddenly a familiar voice called,
" Hello Love! Long time no see Beautiful Stranger!"
(Beautiful Stranger is the Cat's name, Beauty for short)
And beauty embraced him in a big hug.