Alfie and George: A heart-warming tale about how one cat and his kitten brought a street together. Rachel WellsЧитать онлайн книгу.
said, showing off. I started trying to run backwards, which wasn’t as easy as I thought – in all honesty, I’d never tried it before. I felt my legs tangle and I tried to turn around but ended up falling on my bottom. Luckily, something soft broke my fall.
‘Yelp!’ I said. But what was that smell? I stood up and, trying to get away from the smell, ended up running round in circles – wherever I went, it seemed to follow. I heard laughter from Roddy and saw that Snowball was hiding behind her paw.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘You fell into a cow pat!’ she said. I looked down and saw that the soft thing that had broken my fall was in fact the source of the terrible smell. Those monster cows had left a monster mess, and I was now covered in it! As I walked dejectedly home, my earlier energy deflated, I knew that there would be only one thing for it: a bath. I really dislike baths, or actually water in any form – even rain upsets me, and don’t get me started on puddles. But I knew I had no choice.
We said a fond farewell to Roddy back at the house.
‘You’re a lucky guy,’ he said to me, gesturing towards Snowball. She purred and looked coy.
‘I know I am – she’s wonderful. Thank you for everything,’ I said, as I bade him a warm goodbye.
I was still covered in mess and I didn’t dare enter the house. ‘Maybe if you go inside, you can miaow loudly and get someone’s attention?’ I said to Snowball. As much as I hated baths, I really wanted to get this mess off me as soon as possible.
Snowball went off and returned after what seemed like ages with Claire. I was beginning to really hate the smell. It was another reason for me to add cows to my list of things to be avoided.
‘What on earth?’ Claire said. ‘Snowball was making such a racket, I thought something was wrong.’ She took a closer look at me. ‘Oh God, Alfie, did you roll in something bad?’ I miaowed to show my disagreement – as if I would do anything like this on purpose!
Claire wrapped me in a towel to carry me inside, holding me at arm’s length as she took me straight to the bathroom. I could see that Snowball found the whole thing amusing; we would be having words about that later. As Claire ran a shallow bath, muttering about the way I smelled, I stayed very still. She gently put me in the water and I tried not to squirm, but as the warm wet stuff started to engulf my body, I found it so uncomfortable that I wriggled a bit. I wasn’t sure which was worse, the bath or the smell. Actually, it was definitely the smell.
‘Keep still, Alfie,’ she said crossly as I squirmed. I couldn’t stay still. Eventually, after what felt like forever, Claire carefully lifted me out and dried me off.‘Go and lie by the fire, you’ll soon be all dry and warm,’ she said. She didn’t need to ask twice, and I quickly ran out of the room.
I curled up by the fire and Snowball joined me.
‘You smell much better, thank goodness,’ she said, nuzzling into my neck.
‘You know, I’m going to miss a few things about this holiday but the fire is definitely one of the things I’ll miss most,’ I said, yawning. What an eventful day we’d had. I closed my eyes, and soon I was dreaming of pilchards.
A while later, I was aware of voices as I woke up, and sensed the presence of everyone in the living room.
‘I can’t believe we have to leave in the morning,’ said Jonathan. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the warmth in my fur as I listened. I could picture him, stretched out on the sofa. He sounded quite mellow. Jonathan was often uptight, and it was clear the holiday had done him good.
‘It’s been a good holiday though, mate,’ Tim said.
‘I’m just worried about how Alfie’s going to be you know, if …’ I heard Claire say. I pricked up my ears. I could tell that Snowball was still asleep next to me. She made this really sweet noise as she slept. Some called it snoring but to me it was music.
‘And Snowball,’ Karen added. ‘It’s weird, I never thought cats were like that, we’ve always been led to believe they’re solitary creatures, certainly not animals that mate for life.’
‘Like lobsters,’ Tim said.
‘What?’ Jonathan asked. I was trying to follow this conversation but it wasn’t proving easy.
‘You know, lobsters, they mate for life,’ Tim explained.
‘But look at them,’ Claire said, sounding sad.‘Snuggled up together. They definitely love each other.’
‘God, I feel guilty already,’ said Tim.‘But this time, it’s not my family I might be letting down, but my cat.’
‘It might not even happen,’ said Karen.
I gave Snowball a gentle nudge, but she was fast asleep. This conversation made no sense to me, and my fur suddenly felt freezing cold.
‘It’ll be such a shame if you did,’ Claire said.
‘Anyway it might not happen,’ Karen repeated, indicating that that was the end of the conversation.
What on earth were they talking about? It was as if they were talking about something that would be bad for me and Snowball. I tried to put it out of my mind but I couldn’t.
As the humans all went to sort out dinner that evening, and Jonathan put Summer to bed, I finally got Snowball on her own.
‘I heard something weird when you were sleeping. Your family were talking about something strange, but I didn’t understand what. It sounded like something that might happen to us. Do you know anything about it?’
Snowball surveyed me with her cool blue eyes. ‘What do you mean?’ She sounded shocked; she obviously didn’t know anything.
‘Tim said something about letting his cat down if it happened. Karen said it might not happen, but I don’t know what “it” is. I didn’t like the sound of it though.’
‘Alfie, you’re talking in riddles! I have no idea what you’re going on about. We both know what you’re like, always looking for drama.’ Snowball yawned and stretched. She didn’t seem worried but I couldn’t shake the feeling that all wasn’t well.
‘OK, if you say so, but let’s see if we hear anything.’
‘Of course, Alfie. I love you, and I love that you worry so much, but we’ve had a wonderful trip together. Let’s just focus on that.’
I couldn’t argue.
I was suffering from what I had learnt were called post-holiday blues. Being home was exciting at first. I saw Tiger and my other friends and was reunited with my other humans on Edgar Road, which of course was lovely. Still though, I was fed up. I missed spending all my time with Snowball; I still saw her but not as much. I also missed the country walks, the fresh air, the romance, the fire we slept in front of … Even the hens. And of course it had rained every day in London since we’d been home, so after my initial visits to all my friends I had been largely stuck indoors. I felt as limp as the weather. I was totally bored and listless.
And there was something bothering me. I was still a little perplexed by the confusing things I’d heard on the last day of the holiday. No one had said anything about it, so I still had no idea what they had been discussing. Snowball and I had been listening out for any more clues, but apart from the usual hushed conversations that humans were so keen on, I hadn’t noticed anything amiss and neither had she. Perhaps she was right, we should just ignore it and not worry. It was probably nothing … So why did I still feel so unsettled? I tried to tell myself it was the post-holiday blues that were making me feel so rattled,