Lazy Lucky?

By Jamie Gordon, aged 9

Lucky woke up, stretched and purred. As he licked his gleaming black fur, he heard rousing voices:

“What does Lucky do all day, Mum? Chase mice?”

“No, he’s far too lazy for that! That cat sleeps all day long!”

Lucky smiled to himself, counted to ten as he heard the door shut, then climbed off the comfy space on the sofa and went to investigate breakfast.

Feeling full, he leapt through the cat flap and trotted down the garden path, tail waving, onto the street. As the red bus arrived, he nimbly nipped on board, weaving between people’s ankles until he sat on the back row. None of the passengers looked surprised, as they were used to him on their daily commute.

As they reached the Tower of London, he hopped off the bus in a heartbeat, past the beefeaters and padded softly towards the Jewel House. His fur blended into the dark room “purrfectly”. Only his eyes gleaming in the darkness like the crown jewels themselves gave away his presence.

Suddenly his fur stood on end. He sensed the danger even before he saw it. Out of the shadows, came three mysterious masked black figures. As they raised their arms to smash the glass surrounding the Sovereign’s sceptre one of them started to sneeze uncontrollably, which set the “cat-astrophicly” noisy alarms off. Guards bounded into the room, to find all three men lying on the floor, next to a large sleek black cat with a white star on his front, looking as pleased as if he had caught a mouse rather than three jewel-thieves. A beefeater lent down to stroke him. “You deserve a reward, my friend.”

Lucky looked out of the windows of the shiny black Rolls Royce, which wended its way towards a majestic building with a flag flying from its roof. The car went through the gold tipped iron gates, into an inner courtyard and stopped precisely in front of a red carpet. Lucky was led through to a large room with beautifully squishy, silk covered sofas on one of which was sat a kindly looking lady wearing a crown, who smiled welcomingly at him and gestured towards a saucer of milk. He lapped it up gratefully. As she thanked him, she petted and stroked him as if she understood how he liked to be praised. When she looked away, he silently slipped out of a window, sauntered along the top of the roof and then sprang down to the nearby bus stop to catch his bus home.

As he curled up on the comfy space on the sofa, he heard the familiar voices of his owners as they came rushing through the door.

“Mum, Dad, look what’s on the news! A cat foiled the robbery of the crown jewels. He even looks a bit like Lucky!”

“No dear – look – he hasn’t moved since this morning. He’s such a lazy-bones!”

Lucky smiled to himself and settled down for a nap.