hurt him to think about it but sometimes he couldn’t do anything else. Bad memories just popped into his head. The little girl had loved him so much.
A bit too much
, he considered.
So much that the dog got jealous. I just wanted a quiet family life but the mutt picked a huge fight, and when we were pulled apart I accidentally caught my owner with my claws and that was pretty much it.
Shakespeare winced as he remembered being shouted at by the lady.
And the little girl was crying
. He’d then been palmed off on an elderly relative, far away from the little girl and his family. They probably meant well but meals were scarce and it just wasn’t the same. Shakespeare had decided there and then that he would go it alone. He was going to survive all by himself.
So I left.
He remembered catching sight of himself in a shop window two weeks later.
A stray!
he thought
. Imagine! Pampered puss to mangy moggy. Skinny ribs showing through my ginger fur. Homeless. Loveless. Living on the streets.
Shakespeare shook his head, getting rid of the memories. He’d soon learnt to toughen up.
There were some angry dogs and very territorial cats in the neighbourhood to help him do just that. He looked in the bedroom mirror and admired his tummy, now puffed out with pride. His glossy fur – ginger except for three white feet – gleamed, and his green eyes and perky whiskers shone with health.
There’s always an upside
, he considered, raising an eyebrow and giving a throaty yowl.
I’m a streetwise moggie
, he thought.
Grown up fast! I steal what I can, when I can. I don’t need friends, or people, or a family. I’m a ginger ninja, it’s me against the world.
He was pleased with his current ‘home’.
Three days and nights here,
he thought.
And nobody’s rumbled me yet.
He’d decided to keep the family at arm’s length. The little girl, Sophie, seemed friendly enough and had petted him in the garden, but so far so good. It was better that he didn’t make attachments like before. Best to blend into the background. Hunt at night and find a nice snuggly duvet during the day.
Shakespeare looked back at the indentation in the duvet, imagining it might still be warm.
In a minute
, he promised
. The action below is just hotting up.
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Books by Andrew Cope
Spy Dog series in reading order
SPY DOG
CAPTURED!
UNLEASHED!
SUPERBRAIN
ROCKET RIDER
SECRET SANTA
TEACHER’S PET
ROLLERCOASTER!
BRAINWASHED
MUMMY MADNESS
STORM CHASER
Spy Pups series in reading order
TREASURE QUEST
PRISON BREAK
CIRCUS ACT
DANGER ISLAND
SURVIVAL CAMP
Spy Cat series in reading order
SUMMER SHOCKER!
BLACKOUT!
SAFARI
SPY DOG JOKE BOOK
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Puffin is over seventy years old. Sounds ancient, doesn’t it? But Puffin has never been so lively. We’re
always on the lookout for the next big idea, which is how it began all those years
ago.
Penguin Books was a big idea from the mind of a man called
Allen Lane, who in 1935 invented the quality paperback and changed the world. And from great Penguins, great Puffins grew, changing the face of
children’s books forever.
The first four Puffin Picture Books were hatched in 1940
and the first Puffin story book featured a man with broomstick arms called Worzel
Gummidge. In 1967 Kaye Webb, Puffin Editor, started the Puffin Club, promising to ‘make children into
A bit too much
, he considered.
So much that the dog got jealous. I just wanted a quiet family life but the mutt picked a huge fight, and when we were pulled apart I accidentally caught my owner with my claws and that was pretty much it.
Shakespeare winced as he remembered being shouted at by the lady.
And the little girl was crying
. He’d then been palmed off on an elderly relative, far away from the little girl and his family. They probably meant well but meals were scarce and it just wasn’t the same. Shakespeare had decided there and then that he would go it alone. He was going to survive all by himself.
So I left.
He remembered catching sight of himself in a shop window two weeks later.
A stray!
he thought
. Imagine! Pampered puss to mangy moggy. Skinny ribs showing through my ginger fur. Homeless. Loveless. Living on the streets.
Shakespeare shook his head, getting rid of the memories. He’d soon learnt to toughen up.
There were some angry dogs and very territorial cats in the neighbourhood to help him do just that. He looked in the bedroom mirror and admired his tummy, now puffed out with pride. His glossy fur – ginger except for three white feet – gleamed, and his green eyes and perky whiskers shone with health.
There’s always an upside
, he considered, raising an eyebrow and giving a throaty yowl.
I’m a streetwise moggie
, he thought.
Grown up fast! I steal what I can, when I can. I don’t need friends, or people, or a family. I’m a ginger ninja, it’s me against the world.
He was pleased with his current ‘home’.
Three days and nights here,
he thought.
And nobody’s rumbled me yet.
He’d decided to keep the family at arm’s length. The little girl, Sophie, seemed friendly enough and had petted him in the garden, but so far so good. It was better that he didn’t make attachments like before. Best to blend into the background. Hunt at night and find a nice snuggly duvet during the day.
Shakespeare looked back at the indentation in the duvet, imagining it might still be warm.
In a minute
, he promised
. The action below is just hotting up.
Enjoyed the free sampler?
Then download the full book now from your favourite store.
Books by Andrew Cope
Spy Dog series in reading order
SPY DOG
CAPTURED!
UNLEASHED!
SUPERBRAIN
ROCKET RIDER
SECRET SANTA
TEACHER’S PET
ROLLERCOASTER!
BRAINWASHED
MUMMY MADNESS
STORM CHASER
Spy Pups series in reading order
TREASURE QUEST
PRISON BREAK
CIRCUS ACT
DANGER ISLAND
SURVIVAL CAMP
Spy Cat series in reading order
SUMMER SHOCKER!
BLACKOUT!
SAFARI
SPY DOG JOKE BOOK
puffin.co.uk
WEB FUN
UNIQUE and exclusive digital content!
Podcasts, photos, Q&A, Day in the Life of, interviews and much more, from Eoin Colfer, Cathy Cassidy, Allan Ahlberg and Meg Rosoff to Lynley Dodd!
WEB NEWS
The Puffin Blog is packed with posts and photos from Puffin HQ and special guest bloggers. You can also sign up to our monthly newsletter Puffin Beak Speak.
WEB CHAT
Discover something new EVERY month – books, competitions and treats galore.
WEBBED FEET
(Puffins have funny little feet and brightly coloured beaks.)
Point your mouse our way today!
Puffin is over seventy years old. Sounds ancient, doesn’t it? But Puffin has never been so lively. We’re
always on the lookout for the next big idea, which is how it began all those years
ago.
Penguin Books was a big idea from the mind of a man called
Allen Lane, who in 1935 invented the quality paperback and changed the world. And from great Penguins, great Puffins grew, changing the face of
children’s books forever.
The first four Puffin Picture Books were hatched in 1940
and the first Puffin story book featured a man with broomstick arms called Worzel
Gummidge. In 1967 Kaye Webb, Puffin Editor, started the Puffin Club, promising to ‘make children into
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