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The Return of the

Killer Cat

Anne Fine was born and educated in the Midlands, and now lives in County Durham. She has written numerous highly acclaimed and prize-winning books for children and adults.

Her novel The Tulip Touch won the Whitbread Childrens Book of the Year Award; Goggle-Eyes won the Guardian Childrens Fiction Award and the Carnegie Medal, and was adapted for television by the BBC; Flour Babies won the Carnegie Medal and the Whitbread Childrens Book of the Year Award; Bills New Frock won a Smarties Prize and Madame Doubtfirehas become a major feature film.

Anne Fine was named Childrens Laureate in 2001.

www.annefine.co.uk

Books by Anne Fine

Care of Henry

Countdown

Design-a-Pram

The Diary of a Killer Cat

The Haunting of Pip Parker

Jennifers Diary

Loudmouth Louis

Notso Hotso

Only a Show

Press Play

Roll Over Roly

The Same Old Story Every Year

Scaredy-Cat

Stranger Danger?

The Worst Child I Ever Had

How to Cross the Road without Turning into a Pizza

The James and Angus stories

The Return of the Killer Cat

Picture books

Poor Monty

Ruggles

ANNE FINE

The Return of the

Killer Cat

Illustrated by Steve Cox

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First published in hardback in Puffin Books 2003

Published in paperback in Puffin Books 2004

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Text copyright Anne Fine, 2003

Illustrations copyright Steve Cox, 2003

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British Library Cataloguing in Publication Data

A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

ISBN: 978-0-14-193613-0

Contents

1: How it began

2: Home not-so-sweet home

3: Mistake!

4: Stuck up the tree

5: Genius!

6: More fool me

7: Splat!!!

8: Sweet little pussy

9: Rumbled

10: How it ended

1: How it began

OKAY, OKAY! so slap my teensy little furry paws. I messed up.

Big time!

And okay! Tug my tail! It all turned into a bit of a one-cat crime wave.

So what are you going to do? Confiscate my food bowl and tell me Im a very bad pussy?

But we cats arent supposed to hang about like dogs, doing exactly as were told, and staring devotedly into your eyes while we wonder if there is some slipper we can fetch you.

We run our own lives, we cats do. I like running mine. And if theres one thing I cant stand, its wasting the days and nights when the family are on holiday.

Oh, Tuffy! fretted Ellie, giving me the Big Farewell Squeeze. (I gave her the cool blink that means: Careful, Ell! Stay on the right side of cuddle here, or youll get the Big Scratch in return.) Oh, Tuffy! Well be away for a whole week!

A whole week? Magic words! A whole week of sunning myself in the flower beds without Ellies mother shrieking, Tuffy! Get out of there! Youre flattening whole patches!

A whole week of lolling about on top of the telly without Ellies fathers endless nagging: Tuffy! Shift your tail! Its dangling over the goalmouth!

And, best of all, a whole week of not being scooped up and shoved in next-doors old straw baby basket and stroked and petted by Ellie and her soppy friend Melanie.

Ooh, you are lucky, Ellie! I wish I had a a pet like Tuffy. Hes so soft and furry.

Of course Im soft and furry. Im a cat.

And I am clever, too. Clever enough to realize it wasnt Mrs Tanner coming to house-and-cat-sit as usual

no, she suddenly had to rush off to her daughter in Dorset so if you hear of anyone who could do it only six days well, if youre sure, Vicar. Yes, well. So long as youre comfortable with cats

Who cares if the vicars comfortable? Im the cat.

2: Home not-so-sweet home

UH-UH! MR Houseproud!

Off those cushions, Tuffy. I dont think youre supposed to be lolling about on the sofa.

Excuse me! Had the vicar not noticed it was me he was talking to? So what was I supposed to be doing? Mopping the floor? Tapping away on the computer? Digging the garden?

Tuffy! Dont scratch the furniture.

Hell-oooo? Whose house? His? Or mine? If I want to scratch furniture, Ill scratch it.

Worst of all: No, Tuffy! Im not opening a fresh tin until youve finished this.

I took a peek at this. It was hard. It was lumpy. It was yesterdays grub.

And I wasnt eating it.

I walked away. The last thing I heard was Reverend Barnham calling after me: Gome back and finish your supper.

In his dreams! I was off out. I met up with the gang Tiger and Bella and Pusskins and told them I hadnt had supper. They were hungry too, so we sat on the wall and had a bit of a yowl about where to eat.

Fancy peeling the pepperoni off a leftover pizza?

Fish without chips?

I could murder a nice bit of steak.

Whos thinking stir-fried beef strips with scraped-off soy?

In the end we went Chinese. (Love those ducks feet!) Tiger strolled off on a smell tour down the alley to find the right place, and then we played Rip the Bags. (We all won that one.) Before you knew it, it was a pleasant supper on the wall.