Magic-Carpet Cat: The Story of Daffodil

Meow, dear reader. My name is Daffodil, and I am a magic-carpet cat.

A magic-carpet cat is a feline chosen to be the animal guide to a human being who is often called an animal whisperer. We magic-carpet cats call our humans VSPs -- Very Special Persons. The role of a magic-carpet cat is to remain with their VSP constantly. We are the feline equivalent of guardian angels. My VSP certainly has one of those, but she has me as well.

As a magic-carpet cat, my job is to follow my VSP wherever she may be -- on a magic carpet, of course!

My VSP is named Joyce. Right now she is sitting at her computer. She thinks she is the one who is striking the computer keys, but I know better; it is I, Daffodil, her magic-carpet cat.

I must digress, dear reader. To fully understand my relationship with Joyce, you first need to hear my story.

It was a dark and stormy night -- please, no giggles, it really was -- when I found myself dazed, abandoned and shivering by the side of a country road. My eyes hurt, for they had sunken into my skull. I was starving and knew it. I heard a sound. I looked up and blinked away the cold rain as the headlights of a pick-up truck came into view.

The truck pulled off the road, stopping right in front of me. Later I was to learn that the driver saw the reflection of my eyes in his headlights. "Here, here, kitty," said the kindly man who stepped out of the truck. He picked me up and held me to his chest before setting me on the passenger seat.

I stayed with the kind man for a few days. But I knew things would not work out. Another cat was already living with the man, and this other kitty did not want me as her friend.

"Kitty, we need to find you a new home," the man said a few days later. Again I found myself in the passenger seat of his truck, my future uncertain. We drove for about an hour. Suddenly my ears started to twitch. My whiskers seemed to take on a life of their own. There was something -- something special in the air, and I could feel it! Smell it! Taste it!

I stretched my bony frame until my front paws rested on the dashboard. My tail twitched of its own accord. I peered over the windshield and saw a big, beautiful red barn. A wonderful place for mousing, I thought. I looked at the man. 'Turn here, turn here' my thoughts begged him! And he did.

We drove up a long driveway, and there on the front porch of a big, old farmhouse sat a kind-looking woman. She looked up from the book she was reading and our eyes met. She tilted her head to one side and smiled. I knew I had found my forever home!