The Return of the Travelling Cat (The Adventures Of A Travelling Cat Book 6)

Bubbles’ Last Adventure

Bubbles the Travelling Cat has finally earned his rest. Old now, and content to lie in the sun, he relives memories of a life that took him across the world and through time itself — from the Amazon to Everest, from Fairyland to Santa Claus Mountain, from ancient battles to the edges of myth.

But peace never lasts long for Bubbles. Morgana, the Dark Witch he once defeated and banished 30,000,000 years into the past, has escaped her prison. Worse still, she has fled to Asgard, seeking an alliance with Loki that could unleash Ragnarok and bring about the end of the age of gods.

Joined once more by the Faerie Queen and Santa, Bubbles is drawn into a final journey — one that will test not his youthful daring, but his wisdom, courage, and resolve. Ageing, weary, and facing what may truly be his last adventure, Bubbles must decide whether he still has what it takes to confront Morgana and save the world one final time.

A warm, imaginative fantasy filled with time travel, mythology, magic, and reflection, Bubbles’ Last Adventure is a fitting conclusion to the beloved Adventures of the Travelling Cat series — a story that grows alongside its readers.

Begin Bubbles’ final journey and discover whether legends ever truly learn to rest.

Excerpt from the book

Hello, if we have not met before, my name is Bubbles and I’m a cat, although I’m an elderly cat now, long in the tooth and short of breath. I like to spend my days now lying in the sun and reminiscing on my life and past adventures.

As I said, I am a cat, a ginger cat with some stripes like a tiger.

When I was young and foolish, because of the tiger stripes, I thought my grandfather must have been a tiger! I mean, how foolish was that?

But to show just how foolish I was in thinking that my grandad must be a tiger, I actually travelled to India, home of the tiger, to find him.

In fact, I went twice to look for him.

But, although I finally realised that I was never going to find a tiger who might be my grandfather, I did have some fantastic adventures in India, and in many other places.

It is therefore right to say that I have had a very adventurous life, and I’ll tell you a bit about it.

It all began when I was living with my humans, David and Suzie, humans that I thought were nice, but who proved not to be so nice after all, as you will see. My best friend at the time was a rather nice, friendly mouse called Matty. We used to do tricks together, tumbling and chasing, and he would spin like a top on the very end of his tail.

We decided to give David and Suzie a show.

Big mistake.

Suzie hated it, hated mice, and so we were chased out of the house and the door and cat-flap locked against me.

Following the advice of my friends, including a very pretty white Persian cat called Lily Lollipop, I decided to go and see the Queen. Lovely lady — she picked me up and stroked me, fed me luscious food left over from last night’s banquet and then gently, very gently, shooed me away. It was not the only time I was to see the Queen, but that comes later in my story.

As I was homeless with nowhere to live, I decided that I would go travelling.

I would become a travelling cat.

Firstly, I went to Paris in France, going across the Channel on a car ferry. In Paris I went up the Eiffel Tower, but as I stood on the guard rail at the top, a crowd of sightseers rushed across and accidentally pushed me off. It was a long way down, but I spread out my legs and tail, which slowed the fall, and I landed on my paws, as cats always do.

An artist in Montmartre painted my portrait. I believe the picture is now mounted in the Louvre Gallery, next to the portrait of that sour-faced woman with the false smile, the ‘Moaning Loser’.

I didn’t stay very long in Disneyland, Florida, because a hurricane (which occur every day in Florida) picked me up and dropped me in Kansas. When I was there, I met the Cowardly Lion. Actually, to be totally truthful, he was the grandson of the Cowardly Lion who I saw in that film, ‘The Blizzard of Plods’, and he was an extremely cowardly lion, terrified of absolutely everything, but I helped him overcome his fears.