Felix the Fluffy Kitten and Other Kitten Tales

Jodie turned off the shower and put a dollop of soapy foam on the edge of the bath for Felix to play with.

Felix looked at the white froth. He reached out a paw – but the bit he touched seemed to disappear. Very odd.

He leaned over to sniff the strange stuff – and jumped back in surprise, sneezing as tiny soapy bubbles flew up his nose. Felix lost his balance and slid into the bath, a wisp of foam still on his nose.

“Oh, Felix!” Jodie cried. “You silly puss!”

Jodie couldn’t stop laughing as she lifted Felix out of the bath.

Then she noticed the hairs that had flown off Felix as he’d skidded into the bath. She grabbed a cloth and quickly wiped them up before her mum noticed. Jodie could hear the vacuum cleaner on again, downstairs.

Felix had been with the Taylors for just over a week now, and he had settled in really well. But there was one big problem: his fluff!

Felix’s lovely thick coat shed oodles of fluffy hair wherever Felix went. And Mrs Taylor was not pleased about it.

Jodie got dressed and took Felix into her bedroom. “Time to brush out some of that fluff,” she said to him, setting him down on her bed.

She went to find the old blue hairbrush. But when she came back, Felix had vanished. Then she noticed a fluffy tail, fat as a squirrel’s, sticking out of the duvet. “I can see you!” she called.

Jodie flung back the duvet to find Felix crouched down ready to pounce. He leapt into the air, scrabbled up her back and landed on her shoulder. “You’re back! Let’s play!” he miaowed loudly.

As Jodie collapsed onto the bed, giggling, her mum appeared in the doorway.

“Just look at all that fluff on your bedclothes, Jodie,” Mrs Taylor said frowning. “You’d better change them. And don’t you think it’s about time you started grooming that kitten? If you combed out all that loose fluff it wouldn’t come out all over the house!”

“I’m going to, Mum – right now,” Jodie said, and held up the brush to show her.

With a sigh, Mrs Taylor went back to her cleaning. Pulling Felix onto her lap, Jodie gently began to stroke the brush along his back.

But as far as Felix was concerned, the bristly blue creature was trying to attack him! He sprang round. “How dare you!” he hissed, ready to fight the brush.

Jodie sighed. “Come on, Felix, you have to let me groom you – otherwise we’ll both be in trouble!”

Just then, the vacuum cleaner stopped again, and Mrs Taylor called from the bathroom. “Jodie, leave that kitten alone for a moment and come in here, will you?”

Jodie put the brush down on the bed and went out to her mum. Felix pounced on the blue creature, biting and kicking it. “Caught you!” he growled happily.

“Have you had Felix in here with you?” Jodie’s mum asked sternly when Jodie went into the bathroom.

Jodie nodded. “He likes to sit and watch me clean my teeth.”

“I thought so,” Mrs Taylor said, “because there are hairs in the sink and on the flannels.” Mrs Taylor shook her head. “Wherever I look there’s a smudge of grey fluff!”

“But what can I do, Mum?” Jodie said. “Felix can’t help moulting.”

“I never seem to stop cleaning these days,” Mrs Taylor grumbled. “Not since Felix arrived.” And then she stared at a toothbrush in horror. “That’s the limit!” she cried. “There’s cat hair on my toothbrush!”

“Perhaps the special comb we’ve ordered from the pet shop will work,” Jodie said.

Her mum nodded. “I hope so – I feel quite worn out with all the extra work.”

Feeling guilty, Jodie escaped back to her bedroom and watched as Felix burrowed under her duvet again, leaving a cloud of grey fluff behind him. She just hoped that Felix would allow her to use the new comb on him. If he didn’t, she could see things getting very difficult . . .

Chapter Four

A couple of days later, Jodie and her mum made their way to Pearce’s Perfect Pets after school. Mr Pearce had called to say the special comb was in.

As they approached the pet shop Jodie noticed that Felix’s photograph was now in the window. “Oh, look, Mum!” she pointed. “There’s Felix! Doesn’t he look gorgeous?”

They both stopped and stared at the big photograph of Felix in the middle of the window display. He was wearing his new collar, with his head on one side, looking his cutest. A slogan above the picture read:

Posh Pets

come to

PEARCE’S

Mrs Taylor nodded. “Yes, he looks lovely.” Then she gave a little sigh. “But sometimes I can’t help wishing that you’d chosen one of the short-haired kittens.”

“Don’t say that, Mum!” Jodie protested. “I love Felix. He’s the most beautiful kitten in the world!”

“He’s certainly the fluffiest!” said Mrs Taylor, And then she smiled. “He is gorgeous, and I’m awfully fond of him. But he makes such a lot of mess!”

As they went into the shop, Jodie looked once more at the beautiful photograph of Felix. Who would have thought that choosing the fluffiest kitten would cause such a lot of problems?

“I wish you’d let me comb you, Felix!” Jodie said. “It might help with all the fluff, you know.”