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Jennie
Paul Gallico
“If in doubt, wash!”What is it like to be a cat? Find out in this classic animal story from the renowned writer Paul Gallico.Peter Brown longs for a pet cat. One day, he is following a stray cat through the streets when he is knocked down and seriously hurt. On waking, he is astonished to find that he has turned into a cat… The world is a dangerous place for him, but luckily he is rescued and befriended by Jennie, a kindly stray tabby who has been abandoned by her owners. Adventures wait around every corner for the two new friends, as Jennie teaches Peter all about life as a cat.Humorous and touching, and packed with acutely observed feline behaviour, this is a beloved classic that’s essential for any cat-lover.
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First published in the USA as The Abandoned in 1950
First published in Great Britain by Michael Joseph in 1950
This edition published by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2016
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Text copyright © 1950 by Paul Gallico. Copyright renewed 1978 by Virginia Gallico, Robert Gallico and William Gallico
Why You’ll Love This Book copyright © Vivian French 2011
Cover illustration © Chuck Groenik 2016
Cover design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd, 2016
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Source ISBN: 9780007395194
Ebook Edition © 2016 ISBN: 9780007460526
Version: 2018-09-25
To the late Simon of the Amethyst
CONTENTS
Cover (#u8a952d32-ae01-53dc-9970-74f4b4651c08)
Title Page (#u6856886a-b7bc-5c62-90db-af84d6601ba5)
Copyright (#u6373a6ae-917e-54af-a143-97b9a8a529d0)
Dedication (#u6154b7ce-91be-559c-b494-55a3dad21b76)
Why You’ll Love This Book by Vivian French (#u15aa223b-e0b5-5e31-afea-5a049fb6a0ed)
Chapter One – How It Began (#u320d232c-5c1a-55f3-952a-118cf9c5a89b)
Chapter Two – Flight from Cavendish Square (#u69336860-cd74-5537-8c72-c477a9d5a7e1)
Chapter Three – The Emperor’s Bed (#ue82a204f-f4d1-531a-8cbb-77c76ee31dfd)
Chapter Four – A Story is Told (#ua4864f68-004d-5aba-b05c-9c3a07788676)
Chapter Five – When in Doubt – Wash (#u4fc742da-afce-5984-acd6-77971d49f66c)
Chapter Six – Jennie (#udd24a0fc-994b-5e31-b027-b59f80cf0431)
Chapter Seven – Always Pause on the Threshold (#u00bc0951-6ef6-52d2-895c-e7bb86c31199)
Chapter Eight – Hoodwinking of an Old Gentleman (#u946557b2-16be-54a1-be11-1070361174a6)
Chapter Nine – The Stowaways (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten – Price of Two Tickets to Glasgow (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven – The Countess and the Crew (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve – Overboard! (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen – Mr Strachan Furnishes the Proof (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen – Mr Strachan’s Proof Leads to Difficulties (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen – The Killers (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen – Lost in the Clouds (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen – Jennie Makes a Confession (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen – Mr Grims Sleeps (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nineteen – London Once More (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty – The ‘Élite’ of Cavendish Square (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-One – Reunion in Cavendish Mews (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Two – Jennie Makes a Decision (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Three – Lulu – or, Fishface for Short (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Four – The Informers (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Five – The Search (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Six – Jennie, Come Out (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Seven – The Last Fight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twenty-Eight – How It All Ended (#litres_trial_promo)
Keep Reading … (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Why You’ll Love This Book by Vivian French (#ulink_13ee8623-b4b3-5f3d-8124-00c62f8167cf)
I can’t remember how old I was when I first read Jennie, but I do remember I couldn’t put it down. I told my friend Alison how brilliant it was and asked her if she wanted to borrow it, but she shook her head. “That’s a story for people who like cats,” she said, “and I like dogs.”
“But it’s a story about a boy called Peter,” I told her. “His mother’s always busy, and his father’s away a lot, and he’s lonely.”
Alison looked more interested. “Does he have adventures?”
“LOADS,” I said. “He gets into fights, and he goes travelling on a ship with an extraordinary crew, and he catches the most enormous rat—”
“YEUCH!”Alison made a face. “Why does he do that?”
“Didn’t I tell you?” I put the book on the table. “He runs after a kitten and gets knocked down by a coal lorry, and when he opens his eyes he discovers he’s a cat … but he doesn’t know how cats behave, so he has to learn. It’s Jennie who teaches him – and they have adventures together.”
Alison picked the book up, and flicked through the pages. “‘When in doubt – any kind of doubt – WASH!’” she read out loud, and laughed. “My brother HATES washing!”
“So did Peter,” I said. “But it’s different for cats. And it tells you why.”
“Is it a teachy book?”Alison looked suspicious. “I mean, does it pretend to be a story, but really it’s so you learn about cats?”
I thought about it. “No,” I said. “It’s much more about a friendship. Sometimes they get things wrong and get cross with each other, but they sort it out. You don’t learn stuff, but you do end up knowing exactly what it’s like being a cat, because of all the detail – like how they stretch and twist and jump, or how they clean themselves, or fight each other. It makes you really and truly feel as if you’ve lived in the world of cats, and understand the way they think. It’s so clever. And it’s funny, too.”
“Who’s your favourite character?”Alison wanted to know.
“Jennie, of course.” I was surprised she’d even asked. “And Captain Sourlies. He’s the captain of the ship they stow away on, and he weighs twenty-two stone, and he hates the sea. And big Angus, with fingers like sausages, who does embroidery. And Mr Grims—”
Alison held up her hand. “Don’t spoil it for me!” Then she turned to the beginning of the book, and started reading … and I never ever got my book back.
I’ve read Jennie lots of times since then (my mum bought me another copy!) and I enjoy it just as much – if not more – each time. These days, I’m sometimes reminded by a phrase or an expression that the book was published in 1950, but the story still grips me. At one point in his life Paul Gallico had twenty-three cats, and he obviously studied them with a real passion; that passion pours into his writing. He was also passionate about people, and the way they interact one with another. Every time I get to the end of the book (even though I’ve read it so often) I have to go and find a hanky. And I know exactly what I’d do if I was a cat, and someone saw me looking just a little bit silly …
I’d wash!
Vivian French
Vivian French is the author of over 200 children’s books, including the hugely popular Tiara Club series. She is also a playwright, storyteller and teacher of creative writing to children and adults.
Poussie, Poussie, Baudrons
“Poussie, poussie, baudrons,
Whaur hae ye been?”
“I’ve been tae London,
Tae see the Queen.”
“Poussie, poussie, baudrons,
Whit gat ye there?”
“I gat a guid fat mousikie,
Rinnin’ up a stair!”
“Poussie, poussie, baudrons,
Whit did ye dae wi’ it?”
“I pit it in ma meal-poke,
Tae eat tae ma breid.”
OLD SCOTTISH NURSERY RHYME
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_852e80ca-b6f1-5742-ad0c-ea8c1e4ec16e)
How It Began (#ulink_852e80ca-b6f1-5742-ad0c-ea8c1e4ec16e)
PETER GUESSED THAT he must have been hurt in the accident although he could not remember very much from the time he had left the safety of Scotch Nanny’s side and run out across the street to get to the garden in the square, where the tabby striped kitten was warming herself by the railing and washing in the early spring sunshine.
He had wanted to hold and stroke the kitten. Nanny had screamed and there had been a kind of an awful bump, after which it seemed to have turned from day to night as though the sun were gone and it had become quite dark. He ached and somewhere it hurt him, as it had when he had fallen running after a football near a gravel pile and scraped nearly all the skin from the side of one leg.
He seemed to be in bed now, and Nanny was there peering at him in an odd way, that is, first she would be quite close to him, so close that he could see how white her face was, instead of its usual wrinkled pink colour, and then it would seem to fade and become very small like seen through the wrong end of a telescope.
His father and mother were not there, but this did not surprise Peter. His father was a Colonel in the Army, and his mother was always busy and having to dress up to go out, leaving him with Nanny.
Peter might have resented Nanny if he had not been so fond of her, for he knew that at eight he was much too old to be having a nurse who babied him and wanted always to lead him around by the hand as though he were not capable of looking after himself. But he was used by now to his mother being busy and having no time to look after him, or stay in and sit with him at night until he went to sleep. She had come to rely more and more upon Nanny to take her place, and when his father, Colonel Brown, once suggested that it might perhaps be time for Nanny to be leaving, his mother could not bear to think of sending her away, and so of course she had stayed.
If he was in bed, then perhaps he was sick, and if he was sick, perhaps his mother would be with him more when she came home and found out. Maybe now they would even give him the wish he had had for so long and let him have a cat all of his own to keep in his room and sleep curled up at the foot of his bed, and perhaps even crawl under the covers with him and snuggle in his arms on nights that were cold.
