Fluffy Struts Her Stuff

Fluffy Struts Her Stuff “ Fluffy. Fetch, ” said Perfect Peter. Snore. “ Fluffy. Fetch! ” said Perfect Peter. Snore. “ Go on, Fluffy, ” said Perfect Peter, dangling a squeaky toy tarantula in front of the snoozing cat. “ Fetch! ” Fat Fluffy stretched. Yawn. Snore. Snore. “ What are you doing, worm?” said Horrid Henry.

Peter jumped. Should he tell Henry about his brilliant idea? What if Henry copied him? That would be just like Henry. Well, let him try, thought Peter. Fluffy is my cat. “ I'm training Fluffy for Scruffs, " said Peter. “ She's sure to win this year. ” Scruffs was the annual neighbourhood pet show. Last year Henry had spent one of the most boring days of his life watching horrible dogs compete for who looked the most like their owner, or who had the waggiest tail or fluffiest coat. Horrid Henry snorted. “ Which category?” said Henry. “ Ugliest Owner? Fattest Cat?”

“ Most Obedient, " said Peter. Horrid Henry snorted again. Trust his worm toad nappy face brother to come up with such a dumb idea. Fat Fluffy was the world's most useless cat. Fluffy did nothing but eat and sleep and snore. She was so lazy that Horrid Henry was shocked every time she moved.

Squeak! Perfect Peter waved the rubber tarantula in front of Fluffy's face. He knew Henry would make fun of him. Well, this time he, Peter, would have the last laugh. He would show the world what an amazing cat Fluffy was, and no one, especially Henry, could stop him. Peter knew that Fluffy had hidden greatness. After all, thought Peter, not everyone knows how clever I am. The same was true of Fluffy. “ Fluffy, when I squeak this toy, you sit up and give me your paw, " said Peter. “ When I squeak it twice, you roll over. ” “ You can't train a cat, toad, ” said Henry. “ Yes I can, " said Peter. " “ And don't call me toad. ”

What did Henry know, anyway? Nothing. Peter had seen dogs herding sheep. Jumping through hoops. Even dancing. True, they had all been dogs, and Fluffy was a cat. But she was no ordinary cat. Horrid Henry smirked. “ Okay Peter, because I'm such a nice brother I'll show you how to train Fluffy, ” said Henry. “ Can you really?” said Peter. “ Yup, " said Henry. “ When I give the command, Fluffy will do exactly what I say. ” So far that was more than Peter had managed. A lot more. “ And it will only cost you £1, ” said Henry. Well, it was definitely worth a pound if it meant Fluffy could win Most Obedient. Peter handed over the money.