fluffy - the cheeky cat - a short story for children
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Fluffy – The Cheeky Cat – A Short Story For Children

As you maybe know, as well as writing non-fiction Christian books for women (based on Biblical truth), I also write short stories for children. Some of these short stories have obvious Christian themes woven into the stories, while others do not. However, all my stories teach Biblical principles, which I always describe in the introductory note for the parents.

The story, I’m sharing with you today, falls into this category. It’s a short children’s story, for kids ages 5-8 that does not contain an explicit Christian theme, but it does teach the following points from the Bible:

– Not imagining the worst about others, but hoping for the best (1 Corinthians 13:4-7 – “Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”)

– Not letting anger led to sin (Ephesians 4:26).

So, without further ado, here goes today’s story.

Fluffy – The Cheeky Cat – A Short Story For Children

Fluffy rolled around happily on the carpet as the sun came through the window—his favourite spot in the house when the sun was shining.

Suddenly, Fluffy heard a sound, and he sat up quickly. Was it a bird outside? No. It was the one they called Mary, opening the door.

He saw her come in and put something on the table. Fluffy knew what it was straight away: bacon!

He licked his lips in delight, and stood near the table, hoping she would give him some. But Mary ate everything, and didn’t even give him a crumb! Fluffy was devastated.

Suddenly, he heard the door open, and he saw the human, they called Peter come into the living-room. Fluffy took his chance and ran out. If he wasn’t going to eat a snack at home, he might as well try outside!

He crouched down, waiting for a bird. But every time a bird came close, and Fluffy made a movement, the bird flew off.

Fluffy the Cheeky Cat trying to find a snack. Photo credit: Agape on Unsplash

After ten minutes, Fluffy gave up, and walked back to the door. But when he got there, he saw it was closed. Fluffy meowed and waited, but no humans came.

Fluffy waited and waited and waited. The sun was setting, and long shadows were forming. Soon the patio was steeped in darkness and Fluffy huddled behind a plant to protect himself from the cold wind that had picked up. What had happened to the humans?

Then Fluffy heard a sound. Someone was opening the door. He bolted in. But to his disappointment, the humans didn’t even pet him. They just set his food down in the bowl, and then went upstairs to bed, closing the door behind them.

Fluffy was cross! How could they treat him like this? Then Fluffy had an idea. He ran to the living-room and stretched out his claws on the fabric sofa, fraying it to bits. That’ll show them not to leave me outside for hours!

The next morning, though, the humans didn’t notice the sofa. After breakfast, they left the house, and left Fluffy alone on the patio again.

It’s like they want me to escape – he thought crossly.

But just as he was in the middle of his grumpy thoughts, Emily, the cat from the flat next door, meowed from the top of the wall that divided the two patios.

– Hi Fluffy! How you doing? — she said.

– Cross. My humans are being nasty to me. They keep going out and leaving me alone for hours.

– Oh, didn’t you know? — said Emily – they’re looking for a new house to live in. That’s why they went out yesterday afternoon.

– Really? A new house? Are you sure?

– My humans were talking about it this morning. They said your humans went out yesterday to see a house with a garden, because they want a bigger space for you to run. See? They do love you!

– Oh!

Fluffy felt bad. He’d spoiled the humans’ sofa and thought bad things about them, and after all, they were just getting a new house with more space for him to play and run around!

So later on when his owners came back, Fluffy didn’t meow for his food, and when they sat down to watch TV, he sat on their laps in turns and purred loudly. He loved his owners!

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