A Cat’s Business

• Ella Barton , Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2018

Cats are intelligent, Graceful and fit perfectly in suits. Everything you need for starting a business. I’m Camelot, a male British shorthair with an incredible business called the ‘CatFur’.

It’s a Monday, which means I’m back to work, selling clothing.

“Oh hello sir! Do you sell navy blue ties in a size… 5?” A man wearing a blue suit asked as he slammed a $10 dollar note on the counter.

“Yes I do sir!” I answered as I went to the back to fetch a navy blue size five tie. As I returned I noticed the costumer had left to go to the ‘CatsFluff’ next door!

“Excuse me! Sir! Do you want your tie or not? SIR!” I shouted, why did he go there instead of here?

“I’m going over there.” I mumble to myself as I bard over. I see...Tazziki!? Tazziki is my old friend, and now he’s starting a business to over power mine!?

“Well two can play at that game!”

That night I study, research, plan and pack a business bag!

“Hello, mum? I’ve started a business called… no… you don’t need to join, anyway, it’s called ‘CatFur’ and I would like you to help a little? I would like you to get the family and ask if they’ll donate money, please? Yes! Thanks mummy! See you tomorrow! Bye!” I say as I put down my phone and go to bed.

BEEP! DING! BONG!

I jump to my feet and scramble to my phone in fear. What was that noise? I turn on my phone and see 5 messages from my mum saying

“Hey Cammy! Uncle Cream is donating $100!”
“Hey Cammy! Aunty Chocolate is donating $120!”
“Hey Cammy! Cousin Hummus, J.J, and Pip is donating $307 altogether”

Yes! $527 That should be enough to upgrade my business! I sprint over to grab my business case and run out the door. As fast as I could I got out my phone and called ‘BuildingMogs’ the building company.

“Hello? Can I please book you in for you to rebuild my...business… um place? Yes! Thank you! Today!?! You’ll do it today oh yes! Thank you! I’ll pay $500 for now! Bye!” I say to one of the builders, I shove my phone in my pocket and open the door to my business as fast as I could. It’s 5:07am.

The builders arrive at 6:00am.

“Ey! Little cat! Did ya empty your little shop?” Growled one of the builders.
“Yes...mr...Timmy...sir.” I whimpered as I read his name tag, ‘Timmy jr’ it read.
“Good!” He showed as he showed me away. I ran over to Tazziki’s shop. I look in threw the window to see him and another business man. I place my ear to the window.

“Were getting rid of your shop. It’s stealing ‘CatFur’s customers! Timmy the builder next door told me!” Said the business man to Tazziki. I turn and see Timmy as he winks and leaves.