The Killer Cat
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The Killer Cat is back for Christmas! A much-loved classic by Anne Fine.
So go on, ask me. 'Dear, dear Tuffy. Why was your Christmas so horrible?'
Well. I couldn't climb the tree.
I couldn't touch the dangly decorations.
And Ellie made me part of her sing-along Christmas performance.
Horrible, horrible, horrible!
But I showed them. I was Tuffy the Acting Cat, superstar. How was I supposed to know things would get so . . . messy?
Anne Fine has written numerous highly acclaimed and prize-winning books for children and adults. The Tulip Touch won the Whitbread Children's Book of the Year Award; Goggle-Eyes won the Guardian Children's Fiction Award and the Carnegie Medal; Flour Babies won the Carnegie Medal and the Whitbread Children's Book of the Year; and Bill's New Frock won a Smarties Prize. Anne Fine was named Children's Laureate in 2001 and was awarded an OBE in 2003.
Who on earth will be the next victim to arrive through the cat-flap? Can soft-hearted Ellie manage to get her beloved pet to change his wild, wild ways before he ends up in even deeper trouble?
The hilarious antics of Tuffy and his family are told by the killer cat himself.
'Okay, okay. So slap my teensy little paws. I messed up - big time.'
Tuffy can't wait for Ellie and the family to go away on holiday. He and the gang plan to ignore the grumpy new cat-sitter, and run wild all night. But could that furry bundle, suddenly flying through the air, put a stop to all the fun?
'Okay, okay. So stick my head in a holly bush.'
Tuffy knows what he likes. And he doesn't like the 'art' that Ellie's mum brings home from her new classes. So what's a cat to do?
A few scratches here just happen to shred a painting. A nudge there somehow slips a vase off a shelf. Dad hope a horribly lumpy clay pot will be next, but Tuffy's having none of it. The killer cat will go his own sweet way!
Okay, okay. So spank my furry little bum. I held a party.
It was my birthday. How was I supposed to know it wouldn't be the only party around town on that dark and dreary Halloween night?
So things ended up in a bit of a mess. (Well, more than a mess, really. A complete disaster.) But it was not my fault so don't blame me . . .
