Cat Trouble!
Chapter 1
“Come on, Sammie. It’s lunch time.” A big, furry head poked out from behind a wall. The head then revealed a body, legs and a tail. The fat ginger cat waddled over to her owner and meowed loudly. “ Hush now, you cheeky,” the owner scolded. “Here, eat this.” The owner pointed to a bowl of fish next to the dinner table. Sammie stared at it with a tilted head, then scootched over to the bowl and gave it an experimental lick. Ugh! Sammie retched in disgust and left the room in a hurry. “If you don’t eat you get hungry!” the owner called after her. “As if”, Sammie muttered. “I’ll catch my own lunch.” Her owner yawned behind her and mumbled sleepily. “I’m going to take a nap.” Sammie’s ears perked up when she heard that sentence. BINGO! Time to cause some mischief.
Sammie sprinted through the bushes and plants as she left the house. “I’ll just take a little walk before l head back,” she told herself. The cat was about to cross the road when a giant, muscled horse came thundering by, nearly squashing poor Sammie! Driven by fear and surprise, Sammie instinctively latched on to the horse’s legs and hung on for dear life. “Now that, was unexpectable, “the cat gasped. The horse - with no idea what had just happened - thundered on looking bored. After a little rest, Sammie got up on all fours and attempted to climb onto the horse’s back. After many failed attempts, she finally managed to get on without falling of for the seventh time. Now, when Sammie looked around, she realised that she had gone a wee bit to far from home. They were already at the mountains! Oh no. Her owner was going to be furious with her. Sammie’s heavy breathing rattled in her throat when the horse jumped a boulder and landed heavily on the other side. Now how do l get off?

Chapter 2

“Yawn!” Sammie’s owner – Peter – stretched out his arms and hopped out of his bed. Strange, he thought. It’s so quiet at this time of the day. Usually, Sammie would be bawling her head off non-stop when l wake up. Peter shrugged. Ah, well, maybe she’s just tired today. That means more peace and quiet for me! Peter smiled to himself and went downstairs. When he arrived in the kitchen, he was surprised to realise that it was dead silent. Now this was definitely getting strange. Where could she have gone? Peter decided to ask his neighbour if they had seen any sign of Sammie.

“No, l haven’t seen her anywhere,” replied the wife. Peter moved to her husband. “I haven’t seen her either,” confirmed the husband. Peter sighed and went to the station master to seek for help. When he arrived at the station, the master greeted him with the same welcoming smile that was applied to everyone who went there. “Hello, station master. I’m afraid l need help with something,” Peter said, a frown etched into his eyebrows. “Well, speak up then.” The station master gestured for him to sit down beside him on the bench. “Ok, well first of all I’ve lost my cat and second of all no one knows where she is,” explained Peter while he was sitting down. “Have you, by any chance, seen her passing by, maybe even somewhere close to here?” The station master rubbed his chin thoughtfully and looked up at the sky. “Let’s see. Well, this afternoon, l think l saw a horse, and there was a bundle of fur on it’s back, heading in that direction,” he pointed to the east. “The fur was ginger coloured and the horse was broad and muscular.” Peter swore he felt his eyes sparkle with delight. “Th..th..that was my cat!” Peter stammered excitedly. “My cat was riding on the horse. That.. big, horse. Whatever you just said!” Peter punched his fist up into the air in victory. “Well, all l can say is good luck on finding your cat then!” The station master dismissed him good shake of the hand, and Peter was gone, running back home to pack his bag…then running east after his cat and the horse.

Chapter 3
“I need a break.” Peter slumped down onto the green grass of the mountains and took out his water bottle. He gulped down half of it and shoved it back into his bag. A long, distressed sigh escaped from his lips and moved along with breeze, disappearing forever into the darkness of the night. Peter lay down on his back and gazed up at the shimmering stars that decorated the gloomy, black sky like lanterns on a dull, snowy evening. Closing his eyes, he wondered how long it would take him to find his missing cat. Days, months, maybe even years? No. Years was to much. He didn’t want to think about it. Peter grumbled softly and opened his eyes again. The brightness of the moon and stars blinded his eyes vastly, but shone a flicker of hope into his heart, as a prayer that everything might just turn out alright. Peter smiled to himself. No matter what, he was going to find Sammie. It didn’t matter if he was hungry, tired or thirsty. The only thing that mattered was to find her and return her by next Wednesday. Peter was on a mission.

Chapter 4
Thud, thud, thud. Sammie woke up abruptly to the sound of thudding hooves across mountain soil and grass. Where are we? The cat blinked her eyes a few times to get rid of the sleep that was trying to overwhelm her. Sammie glanced around her at the blurring landscape right in front of her. Oh, why did l let myself fall asleep. And is this horse going stop and rest for like one second or what? This guy has been clattering on for more than a day now without any food or water. The cat yawned widely and scratched at her ear with her hind leg. Not knowing what to do, Sammie nestled herself comfortably on the horse’s back and prepared to be bored. After what seemed like an eternity, the cat decided she had spent enough time wasted on the back of this horse. The only thing l can really do is jump of this horse, which l am NOT willing to do unless l have to… which is what’s happening right now. Sammie had to grudgingly accept the horrible idea, even though it was not her favourite one. Well, she only had one idea to start with…so unless she could come up with another one, Sammie would have to stick with this idea. Well, here goes nothing. Totally. Sammie thought grumpily. After flexing out her claws a few times, the cat bunched her muscles and, well…jumped. AAAHHH! Sammie realised that when she had jumped, the horse crossed had crossed a bridge, causing her to plummet down into the deep, blue waters below. “NONONONONONONONONO!” Sammie shrieked loud and clear, letting the whole world know that she was about to plunge into rushing water. Maybe even about to drown. Now that would NOT be awesome. Damn it! I knew this was a stupid idea! I should’ve waited just a bit longer. Sammie gritted her teeth together, bracing herself for the chilling, cold waters rushing through her fur and up her nose. But it didn’t happen. No, it never did. Huh, wha..wha.. what? I thought… Sammie cut short. In fact, she was! Hanging from a vine off from a tree that was dangling about fifteen metres from the blue torture below. Sammie opened and closed her mouth. She did it a few times until her jaw was sore. That was not expected to happen. The cat drew out a long breath and sighed in relief. Whew! That was a close one, a very close one. Sammie gurgled with happiness that she had been saved just in time. Now, the only thing that was left to do was to get out of this vine and climb back to safety. Sammie struggled and twisted in the vines grasp, but couldn’t find a way to escape! Oh no, Sammie thought. Not another problem.

Chapter 5
Peter dashed through the trees and bushes as he followed the horse’s trails. A few footprints here, a half-chewed plant there and of course, a lump of horse poo in the midst of it all. Peter scanned the ground for any other clues he might have missed when he was running. Satisfied that nothing was missed, he ran on through the mountain.

Peter skidded to a stop behind a large kapok tree. Behind the tree was an abandoned cottage. The cottage was old and rusty, covered with cobwebs and bits of broken glass. Now, what in the world? Peter scratched his head thoughtfully and kicked at the dirt on the ground. After a few moments of silence, he came to a decision. Peter adjusted the bag on his back into a comfortable position and stepped out to meet the abandoned cottage. I’ll just check it out for a bit and head back. Peter smiled to himself and twisted the handle of the door open. What hit him next you would never believe. On the inside of the cottage was actually a frozen, frost, fairyland. Blankets of pure white snow were piled high and glamourous blue snowflakes drifted down from the sky like angels arriving at their destinations. Peter had to check back outside to see if it was real. Now knowing that this was not a dream, he shrugged his shoulders weakly and walked into the Frozen Frost Fairyland.
(Here is how apart Peter is from Sammie)
(Peter: 109892m to other side of mountain.)
(Sammie: 100265m to other side of mountain.)
“There’s nothing here.” Peter said in disappointment. He had turned the whole place upside down for clues, but there was nothing in this world but snow, snow, and lots more snow. Peter was about to leave when something shiny caught his eye. There, lying on the ground was a gold-coloured photograph. Well, half of a photograph. The frame of the photograph sparked and danced with light as if eating up all the blue beauty in this world. Peter’s eyes were shining. He bent down to pick it up, and with that, his once down-hearted face was replaced with interest. Now when turned, he really meant to go. Peter hugged the half photograph to his chest and skipped out of the amazing snow world.

Chapter 6
“HURGZHIMOMANFGHCIVCYGVZSHNMGEDOO!” Behind a boulder did a cat leap. Sammie tumbled onto the long grass and covered it with red splotches. On her tummy was were long, angry and raw scratches. Sammie had her lesson learnt. Never play with vines that have spikes on them. Unfortunately, the cat had just been tangled in one. GRRR. Tough luck for me, ain’t it. Sammie huffed pitifully and sat down heavily. Desperate to find something to eat, Sammie got up and attempted to hunt. She didn’t get very far. The cat chose to go to the forest to hunt. The forest was not far from where she was now, so it was a good choice. When Sammie arrived at the forest, she was relieved to find it quiet and welcoming. But little did she know, the peace and quiet wouldn’t last very long. Only five minutes did Sammie have.

“Sniff, sniff, sniff.” Sammie nosed her way through fallen leaves and underground dens. Trying hard to catch the scent of any prey, she longed for the change of wind. Then, she caught one. It was the scent of a rabbit. As swiftly as she could, Sammie calculated where it was and bent down into a hunting crouch. Slowly, the cat crept up on it- and on the last second, she pounced. SCREECH! Sammie landed short of her prey, shocked by the loud, horrible noise. The rabbit took this chance to escape. It bounded back into the underbrush and disappeared in a matter of seconds. Sammie, however, still stood rooted to the spot, unable to speak. Coming around the row of trees was a machine so big that you could fit around 500 cats in there. Now she did want to hang around to find out what it could do. Sammie tore through the forest as fast as her little, chubby legs could go. After like an hour or so, she burst out from the thick, green canopy and out onto a grassy field. When Sammie could no longer hear the machine, she sat down still in shock and let out a breath that lasted for ten seconds. Wait. She had never thought about this. How far was she really from home now? For how long and what about her owner? Sammie decided that she had had enough adventure for a small and plump ginger cat like her. The cat’s red cuts were still boring pain into her veins and it did not feel good. Down the slope of the field was a… wait what? That was there? Sammie stared below at a palace that was gold and light-yellow coloured. The tops of it were diamond blue and the borders were a nice shade of hot pink. Well, that’s very fancy. Sammie ran down the hill to meet the palace. It looked even more stunning when close up. Pseeeew! Splat! A bundle of rose berries fell down from above her and landed right in front of her paws. What in the… Sammie looked up and saw another bundle flying down, this time straight at her face! She quickly jumped aside and turned her head to the palace again. What she saw that was stuck on the wall caught her eye. It read : Missing Photograph, Last seen near the forest, next to mountains, Signed, The Queen If found, please contact the Queen - call 04281646, Thank you for helping us find our missing treasure, Reward : $5000,00 in cash or in card, you can chose. THANK YOU
“Well, that is a lot of money,” Sammie whispered to herself. “And not gonna be mine either.”

Chapter 7
Peter stumbled through the forest breathlessly. He pushed apart some big leaves that blocked the exit. After stumbling through that, he sat down on the green grass and looked down at the land below him. Down at the edge of the green figure, he saw a palace and a ginger coloured ball of fur sitting at the entrance. At first, he didn’t give it any thought. When two minutes passed, suddenly a crazy idea sprung into his mind. “Wait, what was that again?” Peter looked down again and stared at the glowing, ginger figure. Realising that his eyes weren’t tricking him, Peter jumped in delight and cried out. “That’s Sammie, isn’t it!” “YESSSSSSS! WOOOOOOOOOOOPHEEEEEE! I. FINALLY. FOUND HER!!!” Peter started down the slope in a sprint. When he reached the bottom, he dashed to the figure and rubbed it’s chubby cheeks together. It turned out, it was his cat after all.

Chapter 8
Sammie meowed loudly as she was hugged by Peter. She felt a swirling avalanche of feelings. Happiness, joy, angriness, frustration and also relieved. “Meow! Hmmph.” Sammie wriggled in Peter’s grip and stalked to the ride side of the castle. She got up on two feet and pointed to the poster she had just read. It was about the missing photograph. Peter smiled as he read it, but very soon his smile turned into a straight line of misery. Very slowly, he pulled out the missing photograph (found at Frozen Frost Fairyland) from his bag and stared at it. “Oh,” was the last thing he said as he dropped the photograph from his hands. It smashed onto the floor, breaking into a million little pieces…never to be seen again.