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An amusing story of a well-loved cat. Enjoyable reading for both children and cat-lovers everywhere.
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Mary Costantini
Orlando’s Amazing
Adventures
This is the story of Orlando, a very special cat, who
was born in England.
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Title | Orlando’s Amazing Adventures Author | Mary Costantini ISBN | 9788891131737
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The little kitten looked around the pet shop as he lay in his wire cage feeling frightened and dejected. His mother had warned him that one day he and his brothers and sisters would be separated from her. “It is all part of growing up” she explained. “You have to be brave, things will turn out all right”. How long had he been separated from his family? He could not remember – two days, three days? It seemed like an eternity.
Mr. and Mrs. Jones, who owned the pet shop, were gentle and kind, but they could not replace the warmth he had felt when he had snuggled close to his mother.
He glanced around nervously. The other animals had tried to cheer him up – the wise old tortoise had said: “A pretty little chap like you, you’ll soon be snapped up.” “SNAPPED UP” – those two words worried him even more. He longed for his mother and brothers and sisters.
He had felt so secure and blissfully happy when they were all together in the barn. Why this wondering and fear of an uncertain future after being “snapped up?” If only he could have stayed at the farm. He shut his eyes for a few minutes feeling very homesick indeed.
Some of the animals had a very short stay in the pet shop. In fact, that very morning the little kitten had said goodbye to a pretty white rabbit and now it was the turn of a boisterous, spotted puppy. He had explained how popular his breed was – “because all the children who have seen the film “101 Dalmatians” dream of owning a Dalmatian puppy.” He was right - he was sold very quickly to a lady who walked into the shop with a boy and girl aged about six or seven. They admired all the animals but immediately fell in love with the little Dalmatian who looked at them appealingly, and at the same time wagged his tail furiously. “I told you so”, he said, winking to the little kitten as they lowered him into a wicker basket.
The kitten watched them leave the shop, the bell over the door clanging noisily as it shut behind them. That bell, how it made the little kitten jump. He liked to think that he was brave and courageous, but any unfamiliar noise had him running for cover. He could not get used to the clanging bell.
He had to admit he did feel a teeny bit jealous of the Dalmatian puppy. “Wish I had black and white spots”, he mused as he lay in the wire cage. What a pity there was no-one to tell him right there and then that he was the most adorable bundle of orange fur with the most amazing green eyes anyone could wish to see. Gradually he drifted into sleep – he dreamt that he was back in the barn, on the farm, which had been his home. His mother was licking his fur, gently reprimanding him to keep still with her paw. What fun he had been having pouncing in and out of the straw, playing catch with his brothers and sisters. His mother was delicately removing all the bits of straw sticking to his coat. “You look more like a hedgehog than a cat,” she said laughing.