UPDATE, For Cats’ Eyes Only launched at Ilfracombe Library on the 19th of July. You can buy the paperback HERE
For Cats’ Eyes Only was commissioned to coincide with this year’s Big Summer Reading Challenge 2017 (n.b. it is NOT an official BSRC book)
If you are aged 4 – 11 yrs and live in Ilfracombe, you can get a FREE copy just by coming along to Ilfracombe library and signing up for the challenge on Wednesday 19th July
Otherwise, you can still get a copy shortly after that date from all good bookshops, as well as online here or on Amazon.
Young readers in Devon can also come along to their local library and meet the author, as well as do a fun craft session related to the book. See here for confirmed dates. If your local library isn’t on the list, then be sure to ask them why not.
Here’s a sneak preview of the prologue of the book.
The End … Or is it?
“Not one more step, Swifty!”
Special Agent Felix Whiter sighted down the barrel of his Buckthorn and Beech .22 pistol at the tortoise, who had thought he was getting away. Swifty knew he could hide in his shell but, either way, there was no escape this time.
“Felix! I wish I could say I’ve been expecting you but, alas, it seems you have the upper hand.”
“Did you really think you could get away with it, Swifty?”
“Well, I guess I didn’t expect that you would be assigned to the investigation. You’re a cool cat, I’ll give you that.”
“My team are already rounding up your minions, and the lettuces are safely back in our warehouse. Now I just have to bring you in to make this a purrfect day.”
As the secret agent spoke, Swifty looked past him with a worried expression.
“I’m not falling for that old trick, Swifty. There’s nothing behind me.”
Felix swung round and sure enough, a little girl was coming towards them across the grass. She must have seen everything. Desperately he tried to hide the gun behind his back and dropped down onto all fours, purring and flicking his tail, but it was no use. He’d been caught.
The little girl looked at the cat, and then at the tortoise which was trying to look innocent and slowly sidling away towards a large oak stump.
“Did I just see you talking to that tortoise, puss-cat?” the little girl asked.
“It’s no use pretending, I know I saw you standing up and pointing a stick at the tortoise, and you’re wearing clothes, and you were definitely talking, although I didn’t hear what you were saying.”
Felix stalked over to the little girl and rubbed hard against her legs with his sides, purring and meowing for all he was worth.
‘Just a few minutes of this and she’s going to forget all about it,’ thought Felix.
Sure enough, the girl began to doubt herself. “I must have imagined it,” she said to herself as she scratched behind the cat’s ears. “I suppose some people do like to dress their cats in clothes as well,” she added.
At that moment, the cat turned its head to look at the point where the tortoise had been, only moments before. It was nowhere to be seen.
‘Drat!’ Felix thought.