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  A long time ago, before you were born, the little Hebridean island of Mull was home to hundreds of cats.

  Cats of all colours and clans could be found roaming its highlands and lowlands, and it seemed that every village had its very own, special kind of cat.

  The people of Loch Ba were proud to tell visitors that there was nothing on earth as soft as the woolly cats of Loch Ba.

  The Staffa boatman swore he’d never heard a sweeter sound than the song of the cats of Staffa.

  The villagers of Salen boasted that there hadn‘t been a beastie born more sullen than the sulky cats of Salen, and the Fishnish sailors said that there wasn’t a creature alive, alive-o could hook a haddock like the sea-faring cats of Fishnish.

  The people of Loch Ba, Staffa, Salen and Fishnish were only too delighted to show visitors round their villages and sell them their cat postcards and cat t-shirts and cat soap and cat chocolates.

  Everyone agreed that cats were a very good thing to bring in the visitors.

  However, the little Hebridean fishing village of Tobermory on the island of Mull was also home to several cats.

  None of these was especially woolly or musical or sulky, and all of them, without exception, hated the sea.

  The Tobermory cats liked nothing better than catching mice, eating fish, watching clouds, and sleeping.

  The Tobermory cats were very ordinary cats, and, sadly, nobody wanted to visit Tobermory to see them.

  In fact, what with the famously woolly Ba-Ba Cats, the Singing Cat Choir of Staffa, the Snotty Cats of Salen and the Fishing Felines of Fishnish, hardly anybody bothered to visit Tobermory anymore.

  This was a great shame, because it meant nobody visited its fish cafe

  or its bookshop

  or its beautiful launderette

  or its amazing hardware store, where you could find everything you needed plus gold-plated reindeer, green electric guitars, purple fur-lined wellies and the odd ocarina.

  Without visitors, the people of Tobermory grew desperate. They had a meeting in the village hall.

  Something had to be done. ‘I know,’ said a very small person, ‘let’s teach our cats how to be special.’

  This was not a success. As anyone who has ever tried to train a cat will tell you, it is almost impossible to make a cat do anything it doesn’t want to do.

  And, if you remember, all that the Tobermory cats wanted to do was catch mice, eat fish, watch clouds and sleep.

  All except for one ginger tom. He was keen, he was quick, he was willing to learn.

  ‘Show me,’ he miaowed, ‘how to become a special cat.’

  But no amount of training could make him woolly, or musical, or sulky, and, if you remember, he hated the sea.

  The people of Tobermory gave up trying to train cats and went back to work.

  But the ginger tom didn’t give up.

  He tried to ask a visiting celebrity for advice.

  ‘Show me,’ he miaowed.

  ‘I want to be special like you.’

  But the celebrity was far too busy being a celebrity to speak to an ordinary cat.

  But the ginger tom still didn’t give up.

  read the sign on the fish van.

  ‘Show me,’ miaowed the cat.

  ‘I want to be special too.’.

  But no matter what the cat did, the fish refused to give up their secrets.

  But the ginger cat was quick. He was keen. He was willing to learn. Even if his teacher was somewhat unusual.

  ‘Show me,’ he miaowed, over the roar of the big yellow digger, ‘SHOW ME HOW TO BE SPECIAL.’

  The big yellow digger ignored the cat and got on with digging up Main Street.

  The cat miaowed louder and louder but nobody could hear a word he said.

  The ginger tom gritted his teeth. Being special was proving to be harder than he’d imagined.

  He decided to ask his friends for advice.

  ‘Show me,’ he miaowed. How do I become special cat?’

  His friends stared at him. The little dog laughed.

  The cow blinked. The dish nudged the spoon and said, ‘You are special already. Just be yourself.’

  The ginger tom sighed. Nobody understood.

  It seemed that nobody could help him become special.

  He might as well just give up trying.

  With little enthusiasm, he caught mice,

  ate fish,

  gazed at the clouds,

  and bored himself to sleep.

  The next day, there was a huge traffic jam in Tobermory.

  Cars, bikes, vans and even the school bus ground to a standstill on Main Street.

  Right in the middle of the road lay the ginger cat, fast asleep.

  Everyone wanted a photograph of him. Everyone had heard of him.

  It was only a matter of time before the ginger cat’s fame spread further afield. From twig, to leaf, to nest, to telegraph pole, by mouth, by mail, by phone, by email, soon the whole island, then the mainland, and then the entire planet was a-twitter with the news of the amazing Cat of Tobermory.

  Not everyone was delighted with the news.

  ‘I’m sure his fur is nothing special,’ said the famously woolly Ba-Ba Cats.

  ‘A Tobermory Cat? Where’s the music in that?’ sang the Staffa Cat Choir,

  while the snotty Cats of Salen simply rolled their eyes and sneered.

  And since everybody knows that cats from Tobermory hate the sea, the Fishing Felines of Fishnish decided they had nothing whatsoever to worry about.

  And the Tobermory Cat? Fame has not changed him.

  He is still himself.

  He is still not sure what it means to be special. But when he thinks nobody is watching . . .

  To the people of Mull who gave this book their blessing - this is for you

  This eBook edition published in 2012 by

  Birlinn Limited

  West Newington House

  Newington Road

  Edinburgh

  EH9 1QS

  www.birlinn.co.uk

  First published in 2012 by Birlinn Limited

  Copyright © Debi Gliori 2012

  The moral right of Debi Gliori to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form without the express written permission of the publisher.

  eBook ISBN: 978-0-85790-243-6

  ISBN: 978-1-78027-099-9

  British Library Cataloguing-in-Publication Data

  A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

 

 

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