“Your Go Spot” purred Ginger “and this time don’t miss” “look who’s talking, you’re not much better than me said spot” and with that he leapt in to the air, His big furry body and out stretched pointed nails rose in to the blue sky. He made a loud swishing noise with his paws as he tried to catch the white butterfly flapping nervously In the wind. “Go” on cried Ginger “you nearly have him”. Seconds later, Spot landed back on the ground with empty paws. The White Butterfly suddenly landed on a branch of a tree. “You can’t catch me, you can’t catch me”, he shouted to both cats as they looked up. “We will one day Whitey” Ginger said” . The two cats had been trying for over an hour to catch the butterfly ,but each time the wise old whitey as he was known out smarted both cats.
The two cats lived next door to each other at numbers 51 and 53 fields road and always played in Gingers garden, only because it was massive compared to Spots tiny yard. Ginger always teased Spot about his yard because it was so small they couldn’t catch anything there. Yesterday they were playing with a grumpy old Mole called Harry and chased him around Gingers garden. That was until Spot tripped Harry up with his paw, and then they were being chased. Harry got all upset and took a big piece of Fur out of Spots bum using his sharp teeth. Spot ran off screaming and wouldn’t come out from under a bush until the Mole had gone back down his hole.
“Come on Ginger let’s go and get something to eat, I’m hungry” said Spot. The two cats left the Butterfly and walked through the hedge over the road and in to Gingers house. They both sat in the kitchen looking at Gingers half empty bowl of food. “Go ahead Spot” Ginger purred “you eat first, I had some earlier. When you have finished lets go over to that big house called 34, they have a big garden to play in”. “Ok “said Spot with a mouthful of food, “but we have to be careful of that little boy”. “What little boy” Ginger asked? “the one, with that water Gun”. Earlier that week Spot had been trying to get home using his usual short cut and as he walked up the path of number 34, and rounded the corner near the garage a small boy in Jeans ran out holding a big orange water gun. Before Spot had a chance to run off the Boy sprayed him with a jet of ice cold water.
“Ok” Ginger said as they lay under the Hedge, “I will go first and see if there is any one in the garden. You follow Spot when I give the signal two meows” she said. Ginger slowly made her way in to number 34’s garden and looked all around, Meow, Meow she whispered. Very slowly, Spot came from under the hedge and made his way to Gingers side looking around nervously. “Well look over there” Ginger purred “I think we have company”, Spot’s whiskers formed in to a smile as he spied Whitey the butterfly coming slowly around the corner of the house. “I think we are going to have some fun” Ginger whispered. “Let’s get him” cried Ginger as she ran over to where Whitey was flying.
“Oh No wait” shouted Spot, but he was too late a Group of children raced with Orange water guns around the corner following whitey the butterfly.
Both cats sat under the hedge shivering wet, . You never told me that little boy was having all his friends around sobbed Spot.
How was I to know his mummy have invited all those people
Above their heads they could hear the He, He, He from a tiny Butterfly
The End