A Cat Called Alfie

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by Rachel Wells


  ‘Salmon, you’re mad. You have no idea what you’re talking about.’ Salmon went to swipe me with his paw but I was too quick as I dodged out of his way. ‘I’m not going to fight you. I just think you’ve got it wrong.’

  ‘Do you now? Well just wait, and then we’ll see who is the mad cat around here.’ Salmon gave me another glare as he flicked his tail and moved aside to let me pass.

  - CHAPTER -

  Thirteen

  After the drama of the previous day I was happy to welcome my favourite day. Once a month, on a Sunday, all my families came together. They all brought food and the children played together. It was so much fun for me to see them all under one roof – all the people I loved. So I put my thoughts of Snowball and my altercation with Salmon aside to revel in what was important to me; love.

  Although that brought me back to Snowball. I was feeling towards her the way that I think some human men and women feel about each other. I was pretty sure that I was falling for her romantically. The way I felt when I saw her was almost electric. I felt a current running through my veins and my fur almost stood on end. And when I didn’t see her, I was consumed by thoughts of her. I had taken to pining by the loose fence panel a bit too often, desperate to catch even just a glimpse of her. I had it bad.

  When the doorbell went my fur was almost shivering with excitement as I stood ready to welcome everyone. Aleksy and Tomasz bounded in and rushed up to me, then Franceska, and Tomasz followed, carrying bags and handing over food and wine as they greeted Jonathan and Claire. I enjoyed being fussed by all of them, especially Aleksy who I was gratified to see was like his old self, with a big smile on his face and the sparkle back in his eyes. I rolled over, purred and snuggled as I enjoyed welcoming my guests in the best way ever.

  Before we could catch our breath, the doorbell went again heralding Polly, who was holding Henry’s hand, and Matt who was carrying Martha. The excitement of the children was feverish as I yet again enjoyed being cuddled and stroked. When the initial excitement died down, everyone went into the kitchen. As Tomasz and Claire sorted out the food, the back doors were opened and the children, except for Martha, headed out.

  Although Jonathan’s garden was small, there was a lawn and Aleksy had brought his football so they started chasing it around. I was about to join them, but Franceska picked me up.

  ‘You will not believe what happened,’ she said.

  ‘What?’ Jonathan asked, he had a big smile on his face as he watched the boys playing.

  ‘Alfie went to Aleksy’s school.’ The room was silent as everyone looked at me.

  ‘How on earth did he manage that?’ Matt asked, scratching his head.

  ‘We don’t know, but we think he must have found his way to our flat and followed us there.’

  ‘Good grief, Alfie, sometimes I wish you could talk because I would love to know how you do these things,’ Claire said, looking amazed. I miaowed and they laughed.

  ‘So,’ Tomasz continued. ‘You know how Aleksy was having problems with a boy at school.’

  ‘He was being bullied, Tomasz. He was very bad,’ Franceska added.

  ‘Yes, well we went to the school but without knowing the full story there was not much they could do,’ big Tomasz said.

  ‘Aleksy wouldn’t tell us what was going on,’ Franceska added.

  ‘What’s this got to do with Alfie?’ Polly asked. I miaowed again.

  ‘Well he went to Aleksy’s school, followed him to class and everyone in the class was really excited; so now he is popular and they are doing a school project with a story and drawings about Alfie! The boy leaves him alone now and tries to be his friend.’

  ‘You’re telling me that Alfie went to the school and sorted out a bully?’ Jonathan looked at me in disbelief.

  ‘Yes, he did. He really did!’ Franceska was excited.

  ‘So they’re doing a project on him?’ Matt asked, looking perplexed.

  ‘Yes, they have written a story as a class and everyone, even the bad boy, has made a painting of him.’

  I felt so emotional as I listened to Franceska explain. My plan had worked and, admittedly, I was trying very hard not to feel too smug about it. I was enjoying the praise and I was also enjoying the fact that my humans were so confused about my actions; I liked to keep them on their toes.

  ‘It’d be nice for him to go and see the paintings,’ Claire suggested, echoing my thoughts.

  ‘Why don’t we take him?’ Franceska suggested. ‘I could take him! Would you like that, Alfie?’ I purred in the affirmative.

  ‘Alfie, I do love you but you certainly do my head in at times,’ Jonathan said, which I knew was a compliment, as I jumped out of Franceska’s arms and headed outside to play football, or paw-ball more accurately.

  As Polly, Franceska and Claire cleared up after lunch, the men put on a film for the children. I padded between both rooms, keeping an eye on everyone. Martha was asleep on the sofa while the boys – adults included – watched the film. The doorbell interrupted us and Jonathan reluctantly tore himself away to answer it. Vic was on the doorstep, without Heather for once.

  ‘We have company,’ Jonathan said, gruffly before the man had a chance to speak.

  ‘I won’t stop but I need to call an emergency meeting. Tomorrow night at our house.’

  ‘What on earth for?’ Jonathan asked.

  ‘Your next door neighbours. I have Heather on watch right now.’ Jonathan looked around Vic and saw Heather behind her living room curtains with her binoculars.

  ‘She’s hardly inconspicuous,’ Jonathan said.

  ‘Well,’ Vic replied. ‘The time for that has gone. Something has happened and I can tell you it is very serious.’

  ‘What?’ Jonathan asked.

  ‘The police have been round. I’m surprised you missed it. They stayed for ages which goes to show that we’re right to be concerned. I am calling their landlords in the morning and I’ll see you tomorrow evening, seven sharp so we can discuss what we’re going to do.’ Before Jonathan could reply again, Vic turned and walked off, leaving him standing dumbfounded on the doorstep.

  As Jonathan explained the visit to the others, I wondered what on earth the police were doing at Snowball’s house. I was sure that there was nothing bad about Snowball and her family, but it seemed as though there was no convincing the Goodwins.

  ‘The thing is that he was a bit odd when I went around,’ Jonathan said. ‘I hate to think Vic is right about anything, but I just don’t know.’

  ‘And we did send round a plant, and not a word,’ Claire replied. ‘I mean if it was me I would drop round to say thank you at least.’

  ‘They do seem to be a bit strange. I saw the kids the other day, well teenagers really,’ Polly continued. ‘But I haven’t caught a glimpse of the parents.’

  ‘Although it does sound as if the Goodwins are on a bit of a witch hunt,’ big Tomasz pointed out.

  ‘You know what they’re like. Anyway, the upshot is that whether that family are drug barons, gangsters or even just perfectly normal people, they’re making our lives a misery because we have to go to another meeting. I almost want to evict them on that basis,’ Jonathan mused.

  ‘Just don’t go,’ Franceska suggested. I loved how sensible she was but also so naive. She escaped the Goodwins when she lived here, so she had no idea how awful they were.

  ‘We can’t not go, it’s not an option,’ Matt said.

  ‘Luckily, boys, it’s your turn to go, so Jonathan and Matt, all I can say is have fun,’ Polly laughed.

  ‘And I won’t wait up,’ Claire finished with a wink.

  - CHAPTER -

  Fourteen

  ‘I have to warn her,’ I said to Tiger.

  ‘Oh, Alfie, if only you paid half as much attention to your real friends, rather than to someone who doesn’t seem to have a nice word for you.’

  ‘I know, but you know as well as I do what unhappiness can do. Look at how I fixed things for Aleksy. I need to do the
same for Snowball, or at least try to. I’m pretty sure her family’s unhappiness is the reason she is so prickly after all. So if I can help her family, I can help her.’

  I tried to snuggle up to Tiger, but she moved away from me. She wasn’t a happy kitty. She had wanted us to go and play with the other cats but I couldn’t. After all, my neighbours were in trouble with the Goodwins and I wanted to give Snowball the chance to do something about it.

  ‘Look, Tiger, I’ll go over there, and try to get her attention then I’ll come and join the rest of you. I’m sorry but you know what I’m like and a cat’s got to do what a cat’s got to do.’ I gave her my most endearing look as she stalked off. But she looked back at me and I knew that she would forgive me, yet again. Eventually.

  After Tiger stalked off I made my way to Snowball’s back garden. I didn’t exactly have a plan, but I was hoping that it would come to me when I got there. Although of course I was determined not to be so stupid as to get stuck in any cupboards today. The weather was damp and threatened rain. I felt this in my back legs especially. It was funny but my injury seemed to be affected by the weather. I felt a dull ache in my leg as I prepared to gently jump over the back fence and into Snowball’s garden.

  I let my thoughts wander to earlier this morning. We had been up early and as I bounded downstairs eager for breakfast, I saw something on our doormat. I miaowed to draw Claire’s attention to it. It was a white envelope with their names written on it. Claire opened it and pulled out a card. Later when Jonathan came down, ready for work she showed him.

  ‘So they sent a thank you for the plant after all,’ he said, giving the note a quick glance.

  ‘Yes but, darling, it just says, “Thank you for the plant it was a very kind thought, from Tim, Karen, Daisy and Christopher.” Not much really.’

  ‘At least they have manners. Strange they didn’t ring the doorbell to say hello when they dropped it off though. We went to bed quite late last night, and you were up early so they must have put it through the letterbox either incredibly late or very early.’

  ‘Which is weird, Jonathan. I hate to give any credence to the Goodwins but it is strange.’

  ‘Maybe,’ Jonathan said, taking a sip of coffee and buttering a piece of toast, ‘they seem to be nocturnal. Like bats. Like Batman.’ His eyes were wide.

  ‘You’re saying Batman lives next door?’ Claire raised her eyebrows exasperated.

  ‘A whole bat family. By day they’re mild-mannered, by night they turn into bats and clean up the evil streets around Edgar Road.’

  ‘You’re as insane as the Goodwins.’

  ‘But it is a good theory for me to bring up at the meeting tonight. That will throw them off,’ he chuckled.

  ‘Almost makes me want to come along.’ Claire kissed the top of his head.

  ‘You still can you know,’ he replied.

  ‘I said almost.’

  As I jumped down onto their lawn, I stopped short; the girl, who I now believed was called Daisy, stood in the garden smoking a cigarette and looking at her mobile phone. I stood still, unsure what my next move should be, when she turned and screamed.

  ‘God, you startled me,’ she said, but didn’t sound angry. She bent down and looked at my tag. ‘Hello, Alfie. You are a very pretty cat.’ I tilted my head to one side and blinked in greeting. I would have preferred being called handsome but I would take pretty. I purred as she put out the cigarette and stroked me. Then she sat down on the back step, looking pensive. This was my chance, I thought as I rubbed up against her legs. She was wearing school uniform and as it was late morning I wondered why she wasn’t at school. I glanced through the patio doors, but the house looked deserted.

  ‘Oh boy,’ she said stroking me. ‘I wish I knew what to do.’ I nestled into her, knowing that she needed to talk and I needed to listen. ‘I’m bunking off school, which I’ve never done before. But then I was forced to leave my old school when we moved here and I’m in the middle of my exams! I mean I know what happened meant we had to move but that doesn’t make it any easier.’ She let out a huge sigh.

  I miaowed softly, urging her to go on as she wasn’t exactly making anything clear to me.

  ‘I know I shouldn’t blame Dad, but Chris is miserable, Mum’s working herself into the ground, and it wasn’t his fault but still … we’re all suffering. How can life change so drastically, so quickly? I’ll never understand that.’

  I miaowed again, I totally understood that one. After all, I’d been there. My situation had brought me to Edgar Road, and I hadn’t wanted life to change when it did either.

  ‘I wish I could feel better about it. I just feel so angry about everything all the time.’ She pulled gently at my fur in the nicest way. Lucky Snowball I thought. ‘And so does everyone. This is one unhappy house, that’s for sure.’

  She stood up.

  ‘Anyway, Alfie, I’d better go to school before they call my parents and there’s even more shouting here.’ She started walking away, then turned around. ‘Have you met my Snowball?’ she asked.

  I miaowed. She laughed.

  ‘She’d like you. I think you’d make a really cute cat couple.’ She laughed sadly and I felt my stomach flutter. If only, I thought.

  I stared at the empty house, contemplating whether or not to go in given that the house was empty – I was a curious cat after all – when I heard a hiss behind me. Although it was aggressive, it was still music to my ears. I turned around.

  ‘Hi,’ I said.

  ‘When are you going to get the message and leave us alone?’

  ‘Where were you when I was talking to Daisy?’

  ‘You spoke to Daisy?’ Snowball looked angrier than ever as she bared her teeth.

  ‘She told me a bit about how she was forced to move here.’ I really hoped she would soften towards me as I gave her my best smile.

  ‘Yes we had to move and because of Karen’s work we ended up here. Everyone is living on a knife-edge and now the police are involved. The kids had to leave their very nice school and no one is happy about it. Including me.’ She looked horrified.

  ‘So why do you all keep to yourselves?’ I asked, my eyes like saucers as I felt desperate to know more.

  ‘Oh goodness, I have said too much. Forget I said anything and please, you need to leave us alone. We’ve had enough of people interfering in our life, causing trouble, we are better off alone. My family are good people but they have been through hell, through no fault of their own.’ She paused, then thankfully spoke again. ‘Tim has been the victim of injustice, and the rest of the family are suffering. We had to leave our old home and we need to be left alone.’

  ‘Snowball, I do understand that you might feel that way. Life hasn’t been all sardines and butterflies for me you know.’

  ‘What’s that got to do with us?’ Snowball asked.

  ‘I just want you to know I’ve been in a similar position. You don’t know my story but before I lived here I was left orphaned and they were going to put me in a shelter. I became a homeless cat and I nearly died making my way here. When I got here I finally found homes but it was awful before that, so you see I do know how hard life can be.’ I was desperate for her to see that I did care but it wasn’t exactly going to plan. ‘But, Snowball, I’m only trying to help. I can help you, I just know I can, I can make your family happier, by introducing them to my families. But you have to give me a chance. Daisy talked to me, why can’t you?’

  ‘I don’t think so,’ she said, quietly.

  ‘But you know we need to do something. People are talking behind your backs, the Goodwins are relentless, if only you’d let me help, I could solve this for you.’

  ‘It’s not something you, I or anyone can solve.’ She quickly switched back to being hostile just as I felt that we were getting somewhere as she flicked her tail at me, turned on her paws and had her back to me.

  ‘What happened to you all?’ I asked, softly.

  ‘I’ve said too much. Please go, give
us some space. We’ll figure it out.’ Without even a backward glance she jumped through the cat flap and was gone.

  Although I was left with more questions than answers, I had made some progress. I would do exactly what I said to Snowball and I would bring our families, and therefore us, together.

  I lay on my back on a sunny patch of grass in Polly and Matt’s front garden, watching the sky and thinking. There was no sign of anyone at home but that was OK. I did quite fancy something to eat but it was more important to me to ponder on what had been happening and what I could do about it.

  As Snowball’s face popped into my head I felt giddy. Yes, she was angry but that didn’t stop her beauty shining through. I couldn’t stop thinking about her glittering eyes and that incredible white fur … I had never felt this way about another cat before, and I wasn’t sure exactly how to describe it, but all I wanted was to be close to her.

  A loud miaow jolted me out of my reverie and I rolled back onto all fours. My friend Rocky stood in front of me.

  ‘How long have you been there?’ I asked, stretching out; my back legs felt stiff and I realized I must have been sunbathing a bit longer than I thought.

  ‘Only a few minutes. You looked so content, with the biggest smile on your face.’

  ‘I was thinking of Snowball,’ I admitted. ‘You know, the white cat who’s just moved in down the street.’

  ‘I know who you mean. I bumped into her a few evenings ago, although she was pretty rude to me. I thought for a minute she was going to attack but she was just warning me not to try to talk to her.’

  ‘She can be aloof,’ I said, knowing I was trying to make excuses for her.

  ‘I think that might be your best understatement yet, Alfie. Besides, Tiger was just telling us all about her.’

  ‘What was Tiger saying?’ I narrowed my eyes.

  ‘That she’s nasty but you seem intent on sucking up to her. She’s not best pleased with your behaviour, and she’s guessed that you have a crush on her.’

  ‘Is that what this is? Tiger’s not wrong though. I can’t stop thinking about that fluffy white coat, and those eyes …’

 

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