Rachel Wells
Alfie
Far From Home
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books 2016
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Dedication
To my gorgeous Godson, Eric
My name is Alfie and I am a cat, or more accurately I am a doorstep cat. This means I have one main family who I live with in Edgar Road, but I also visit other homes. I am a bit like a part-time pet in each one. I get fed (yummy), I get stroked and fussed over and I also get to play with lots of children. I really like children. I have many friends, both human and cat, but my latest are the Clover family. They recently moved into the next street to me and I have been spending a bit of time with them.
You see, I also get involved in the lives of my humans, who often need my help. And this cat is very good at helping people. It’s what I do – what any good doorstep cat should do.
Chapter 1
I sat on the pavement with the Clover family. Eight-year-old Stanley squealed excitedly as they stared at a van.
‘We actually get to live in there?’ He was looking more unruly than usual, hair messy, T-shirt back to front and the laces of his trainers untied. I needed to give that boy a lesson in grooming – I always made sure my blue-grey fur looked its best. Mind you, his parents were a bit scruffy too. Only Viola was neat and tidy.
‘Yes, dear, it’s our camper van,’ Mrs Clover said. ‘We’re sleeping in it at the campsite.’ The Clovers were going on holiday. ‘Right, well children, chop chop, we must finish packing.’
‘I’ll miss you, Alfie,’ Stanley said, picking me up. I purred. I would miss the Clovers too.
As Stanley put me down, he and Mr Clover went back into the house.
‘Come along, dear,’ Mrs Clover said. Viola looked glum. ‘Whatever is wrong? Don’t you want to go on holiday?’
‘No, I mean yes, I really do. Oh, it doesn’t matter,’ Viola sighed as she hurried after her mum.
After they’d gone, I decided to look around the house on wheels. I climbed in through an open window and my eyes widened. There was a small kitchen area, a room with a toilet, and a table with bench seats round it. Being a cat, I wasn’t sure where they would sleep, but I assumed they would work that out.
The sun streamed through one of the windows. Tucked down the side of the bench was a cushion. It was a perfect spot, so I thought I’d just enjoy a bit of sunbathing before the Clovers left.
I opened my eyes slowly, blinked, yawned and stretched. I felt my stomach lurch as I became aware of motion. I was moving. How was I moving? I sat up but didn’t recognise my surroundings, so I jumped up and looked out of a window – I could see flashes of trees whizzing past. Yikes! I was in the van! I wasn’t meant to be here!
‘YELP!’
‘Alfie?’ Viola said.
I looked and saw Viola and Stanley sitting at a pull-out table, playing a game. Mr Clover was driving, Mrs Clover sat next to him.
‘Oh yikes,’ Stanley said. ‘Alfie, what are you doing here?’
‘Miaow.’ Obviously I’d fallen asleep and woken up in a moving house. Oh well, no problem, they couldn’t have gone far.
‘We’ve been driving for three hours,’ Viola said.
Three hours?
She bit her lip. ‘Mum?’ Carefully, she moved nearer the front.
‘Yes, dear?’
‘It seems that Alfie has accidentally stowed away.’
‘What? WHAT? Dear, stop the van, we have to stop the van. STOP.’
‘Oh goodness, oh goodness.’
Whilst Mr and Mrs Clover panicked, I started cleaning myself. I couldn’t believe I’d been asleep all that time.
‘Dad, just pull over when it’s safe,’ Viola said sensibly.
A few minutes later, Mr Clover found a lay-by.
‘We’ll just have to go home,’ Mr Clover said.
‘But we’re nearly there!’ Viola pointed out.
‘Then we at least need to phone Alfie’s family,’ Mrs Clover said. ‘The number’s on his collar.’
‘Yes, let’s phone them. That’s exactly what we’ll do,’ Mr Clover said.
‘But then what?’ Mrs Clover asked.
‘Just explain we’re in Devon and that Alfie will have to come on holiday with us for a week,’ Viola suggested.
‘But a cat, on holiday. I mean whoever heard of such a thing?’ Mrs Clover shrieked.
Actually, I had been on holiday before, but I couldn’t tell them that.
‘Mum, Dad, calm down,’ Stanley said.
Viola’s plan sounded good to me. I’d miss my other families but a holiday might just be what the vet ordered.
‘OK.’ Mrs Clover calmed down and phoned my home. I was going on holiday!
For the rest of the journey, I was as excited as Stanley. Only Viola was quiet.
We stopped by a sign that said Curly Wood Campsite and were greeted by a man and a woman.
‘Mr Clover and family.’ Mr Clover got out of the van.
‘Welcome to Curly Wood. I’m Mr Green the campsite manager, and this is my wife, Mrs Green.’ The man who welcomed them was tall and thin with a funny moustache on his face which looked a bit like a slug. I hoped it wasn’t a slug. The lady was wearing a tool belt.
‘Thank you,’ Mrs Clover said.
‘I need to undertake a routine check of your vehicle,’ said Mr Green. He pulled a book out of his shirt pocket.
‘Oh, OK.’ Mrs Clover looked unsure.
‘Nice camper van.’ He climbed in and came face to face with me. He jumped; I put a paw up in greeting. ‘A cat?’
‘Yes, funny story, he sort of ended up here, we didn’t mean to bring him—’ Mr Clover explained.
‘I don’t think visiting cats are permitted on our campsite,’ Mr Green said. ‘We have a cat called Humphrey but he lives with us.’ He began looking through his book. ‘We do allow well-behaved dogs, although they must be kept on a lead at all times, but …’ He scratched his head.