A bedtime story for you to read to your child before their letters arrive!
This is the story of a fine silver tomcat, a cat of many talents, a cat of the world. This is the story of Banjo Robinson.
When Banjo was a kitten he lived on the Robinson farm. There were lots of other cats on the farm and they spent their days doing proper cat things such as warming themselves in the airing cupboard, chasing balls of wool, and choosing the best window sills for sitting-and-thinking-about-things.
But Banjo wasn't much like the other cats. Don't get me wrong, he liked a good airing cupboard as much as the next puss, but he also liked rather un-cat-like things such as windy days, riding in the tractor, and dogs. That's right, dogs. And cows, and sheep, and birds, and all the other animals on the farm for that matter. While the other cats rarely strayed more than meowing distance from the farmhouse, Banjo would roam right across the farm land and could often be found playing cards with the sheep dog, telling jokes to the piglets, or learning croaks from a local toad.
At dusk, he'd join the other cats for their nightly prowling and yowling and, as he looked up at the moon, he'd often wonder what lay beyond the farm fence.
'But Banjo, my dear, who cares?' old Oscar would mew, shaking his long whiskers, 'Everything a cat needs is right here: sofas to scratch, mice to annoy, Mrs Robinson's homemade profiteroles...' Banjo agreed about the profiteroles, but wasn't there more to life than scratching furniture and bothering mice?