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Holli Vebb - A Cat Called Penguin

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Alfie has always loved playing in the overgrown garden next door. It is here he plays with Penguin, an enormous black- and-white cat, a stray who Alfie has claimed as his own. But when his next door neighbours granddaughter, Grace, comes to live with her, she decides Penguin belongs to her! Alfie knows he cant force Penguin to be with him, but he wishes the cat didnt want to spend time with Grace either. What neither of them realises is that while they thought Penguin was with the other one, he has actually disappeared

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For Tom,

who has a fat cat of his own

Contents

Cover

Half Title Page

More Books by Holly Webb

Title Page

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Look After Your Cat

Copyright

Purring rumbled through the sleepy sunshine and Alfie yawned again It was a - photo 4

Purring rumbled through the sleepy sunshine, and Alfie yawned again. It was a warm September Sunday afternoon, and he was full of lunch, and apples, and a squashed bar of chocolate that hed forgotten was in the back pocket of his jeans. He settled himself more comfortably against the trunk of the apple tree and leaned his arm against the thick branch that jutted out in just the right place. Penguin, who was draped across the same branch like a fat furry rug, leaned forward a little and licked Alfies elbow lovingly.

Dont fall off, Alfie murmured woozily. But it was a silly thing to say. Penguin never fell. He didnt look as though he was in the best shape for climbing trees one would think his stomach would get in the way, particularly for jumping. But Penguin had perfect balance, good even for a cat. Alfie smiled to himself as he remembered trying to persuade Penguin to walk along the washing line during the summer holidays. Penguin had refused, even for smoky bacon crisps, his favourite. (Although he had stolen the crisps off the table later.) Alfie had been convinced that Penguin would be a fabulous tightrope artist. They should try again. Perhaps it was the lack of circus music and Big Top atmosphere that had put him off. Maybe a costume Alfie looked at Penguin thoughtfully. He wondered how easy it would be to get hold of a cat-shaped leotard.

Penguin opened one yellowish-golden eye a slit and stared sternly at Alfie, as though warning him that attempts to dress him in a sequinned cloak would result in severe scratches. But he didnt stop purring.

OK, Alfie murmured. But I bet it would be good for your tummy.

Penguin ignored that. He didn't have any problems with the size of his stomach.

Penguin hadnt always been enormous. When Alfie had first found him, sitting on the front doorstep on the way home from school two years before, he had been very skinny indeed, and not much more than a kitten. Alfie was pretty sure hed been a stray for a while, and that was why he loved food so much hed never been quite sure where the next meal was coming from.

Mum and Dad hadnt been at all sure about keeping the thin little black and white kitten, but Alfie had begged and begged. He had agreed to putting up posters, just in case someone else was looking for their lost cat, and hed stood anxiously next to Mum as she had phoned all the vets in the local phonebook. But no one had turned up to claim the skinny kitten (who was already less skinny, after a couple of days of Alfie-sized meals). After two weeks, Mum and Dad had given in, and Alfie had announced the secret hed been saving up.

The cat was called Penguin.

Dad had tried to explain that it was ridiculous to call a cat that. He wasnt a penguin.

Alfie said he knew that quite well, thank you. The cat just looked like one. And it was true. Penguin had sleek black fur getting sleeker by the day and a shining white shirt front. When Alfie had spent his birthday money from Gran on a glow-in-the-dark orange collar, Penguin was a dead ringer for his namesake. When Alfie phoned Gran to tell her what hed spent the money on, he had got a little parcel back with a silvery tag engraved with his phone number on one side and Penguin on the other. Gran liked cats. And even Dad could not argue now there was a collar with his name on.

Alfie sometimes wondered what would have happened if Penguin had chosen someone elses step to sit on that day. Where would he be now? It was impossible to imagine not having him there. Penguin was his best friend. Alfie had lots of friends at school, but he never talked to them as much as he talked to Penguin. Penguin was an excellent listener, and he always purred in all the right places. Once, when Alfie was telling him about being kept in at lunch time by Mrs Haynes, the Year Two teacher he had never got on with, Penguin had coughed up a hairball all over the kitchen floor. Which just proved that he understood exactly what Alfie had been talking about.

Alfie liked Penguin plump. He thought it made him look even more penguin-like. But at his last check-up, the vet had suggested politely that Penguin ought to go on a diet, and Mum had bought a bag of special diet cat food. It did not look pleasant. Alfie hated the smell of the tins Penguin usually had, and forked it quickly into his bowl with his nose stuffed in the crook of his elbow. But at least the tinned stuff was meaty. Like something a proper cat might want to eat, after a hard days prowling around after mice and birds. The diet version looked like rabbit poo.

Alfie had tried to explain to Mum that it wasnt going to work, but she hadnt been in a very good mood, as his baby sister Jess had just thrown a bowlful of lovingly mashed carrots into the toaster.

If he doesnt like it, he wont eat it, shed snapped, trying to fish the orange goo out with a spoon. And thatll have the same effect in the long run. Stop fussing, Alfie!

Alfie had sighed, and measured the correct, tiny amount of diet food into Penguins bowl. It didnt even cover the fish pattern on the bottom. Alfie had crossed his fingers behind his back and set it down in front of Penguin, who was coiling himself adoringly around Alfies ankles.

Penguin had stopped dead, and stared up at Alfie accusingly.

Sorry! The vet said! Alfie protested. Your legs are going to start hurting if you dont go on a diet.

Penguin sniffed suspiciously at the little brown pellets, then turned round and went straight out of the cat flap.

Later that evening, two sausages mysteriously disappeared while Alfies mum wasnt looking.

The diet cat food lasted about a week before Mum binned it. She told Alfie that it was expensive anyway, but since shed now had to replace most of what was in the fridge as well, it was like feeding three cats instead of one.

Penguin sat on one of the kitchen chairs looking happily plump and watched as she put the rest of the bag into the bin.

That cat is smirking at me! Mum said crossly, as she clanged the bin shut. This really cant go on, Alfie. Its for his own good!

I dont think he thinks hes fat, Alfie explained.

Youll just have to make sure he gets more exercise. Mum sniffed. Maybe you should put a sausage on a string and make him chase it up and down the garden.

Now, looking at Penguins stomach gently folding over the edges of the branch, Alfie had to admit he was larger than he should be. But it was hard to make a cat exercise when he didnt want to. Alfie had tried racing up and down the garden, and even throwing a bouncy ball for Penguin to chase. Penguin had sat on the garden bench, eyeing him with fascinated interest, as though he wondered why Alfie was bothering. After all, it wasnt as if he was a dog.

Itll be tea time soon, Alfie murmured. From his position in the tree, he could just about see into their kitchen window next door, and it looked like Mum was pottering about making sandwiches with leftover chicken. He yawned. Well go back home in a minute. He had to be careful to get back before Mum or Dad came looking for him nobody knew that he was in next doors garden.

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