Bubbles's Mission (The Adventures Of A Travelling Cat Book 2) - Giles Ekins

Bubbles's Mission (The Adventures Of A Travelling Cat Book 2) by Giles Ekins

Book excerpt

Hello again. I’m Bubbles, the famous travelling cat. Actually, Sir Bubbles, because I was knighted by Her Majesty the Queen for being the first cat to climb Mount Everest.

Or I should say, I used to be a travelling cat but after my last adventure in Egypt, I decided to stop adventuring and come home to marry Lily Lollipop, a white, very pretty Persian cat. And really, she could call herself Lady Lily Lollipop, because as the wife of a Sir, she was entitled to call herself Lady. But like me, she never or hardly ever, used her title.

We had our children, nine beautiful kittens. Three of them, SingSong, Ding-dong, and Ping-pong were ginger with brown stripes down their sides, just like me. Bing-bong, Bung-dung, and Dung-bung were white Persians like Lily Lollipop whilst Thing-me-bob, Ding-me-bob, and Jing-me-bob were either ginger with white patches or white with ginger patches.

I will have you know that I did not choose those names.

However, when the kittens were old enough, they were adopted, and went to live with other human families—well, they were no longer kittens but fully grown cats, yet we still called them our kittens. We visited them every other weekend and were all very, very happy.

Until, that is, the day that Lily Lollipop went out for a walk and did not come back home. Frantically, I looked around the streets for her but could not find her anywhere. I went to see our kittens to find out if she had been to see them that day; however, they had not seen her since our last weekend visit but said they would look for her as well.

I was getting very worried so I asked Flower, the black dog who lived with us and our humans, if she would use her great sense of smell to track where Lily Lollipop might have gone. Flower came back to say that she could not track the scent very far at all, that perhaps the rain had washed it all away.

I hurried to the garden fence where all the homeless cats used to meet—Lily Lollipop, Silas, Mingo, and me—and neither Silas nor Mingo had seen her for many weeks, but they immediately offered to help look for her.

Meanwhile, I ran to the cat shelter to see if she had been taken there again, but none of the cats there had seen her. I tried at the vet’s but the friendly old Spaniel who lived there told me that no white Persian cats had been taken there recently, and the police dogs at the police station also said that no white cats had been brought in.

The humans we lived with—Carrie, Matty, and their daughter Lily—were very upset that Millie was missing. They call her Millie and me Squiffy. Squiffy? Better than Bubbles, I supposed. Lily picked me up and cuddled me, saying, ‘You will find Millie, won’t you, Squiffy?’

I meowed to say that I would and jumped down to carry on looking.

But where else could I search? Who else could help? Then I had an idea and ran into the woods shouting, ‘Molly, Molly, help me! Please help me.’

After a minute or so, Molly the Owl, whose chicks I had once helped feed, flew down and sat beside me. ‘Bubbles, what is it? Is something wrong?’

I told her that Lily Lollipop was missing and asked if she would help look for her.

‘Of course, I will. I’ll fly all around all day and fly around all night.’

However, the next afternoon she came to see me and told me that she had not seen any sign of Lily. ‘I will keep looking of course.’

I could tell that she thought it would be a waste of time.

Molly came to see me every morning but did not have any news about Lily Lollipop, and neither did the kittens, Mingo, Silas, or Flower. She was nowhere to be found, and I was becoming very concerned. Where was she?

What more could I do? Where else could I look? Who else was there to ask for help?