Zombie Cats: The Monstrous Summer of Alfie Whitaker, #1
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All of the cats in Alfie Whitaker's neighborhood are turning into ZOMBIES!
If he and his friends can't find a cure, they'll be quarantined for sure and his summer will be ruined.
Or worse, Brian Watley will chop off their heads! (The cats' heads...not his friend's heads...)
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Zombie Cats - Dana Trantham
ZOMBIE CATS
Chapter One
After Busby died the third time, I started to get suspicious. But it wasn’t until after he died the fifth time that I saw our neighborhood for what it was–a trap. We lived in a deadly, sheltered box, hemmed in by a deep, wide canal on the east, two four-lane roads, north and west, and a nine-foot tall wood fence on the south. We could easily be confined when they came to quarantine us. Did I really want to be penned up in a four-street neighborhood all summer with Sarah Johnston and Natalie Hunt? I wasn’t sure how many cats would have to die, but I was sure I didn’t want the FBI or NASA coming in with gas masks, imprisoning me with nobody but The Twits to talk to. Not that I have anything against The Twits. But I had bigger, better plans for the summer.
The first time Busby croaked, we had six weeks left until Rudy and I graduated from the sixth grade–don’t get me started on elementary school graduation; I saw what they did to my cousin Lennie last year when he graduated high school. They put him in a purple dress! And he had to wear this flat hat on his head with a tassel dangling down in front of his face. When he and all his classmates threw their hats off at the end, I figured I’d have thrown my hat away, too. But Lennie picked his up again and brought it home, maybe to remind him of the humiliation he’d been forced to endure. I told Rudy the very next day that he’d never catch Alfie Whitaker in a dress. And Rudy, who does just about everything I do, said he wouldn’t wear one either.
Rudy didn’t say anything to The Twits at the bus stop that Monday morning. I didn’t notice anything different about him because about the time he arrived at the corner of Manatee and Sand Hill, Brian Watley’s car raced down Sand Hill and skidded to a stop at the stop sign.
Rudy’s brother , Grant, hung out the front passenger window. Hey little twits,
he called.
Natalie rolled her eyes and sighed. He’s such a dweeb.
I wasn’t paying attention to the dweeb. I was staring at the Alien, bending down to look out the passenger window at us, his thick, dark-rimmed glasses the only defining feature of his face.
I admit it. I was afraid of Brian Watley. We all were, but maybe me the most. We called him Alien Watley when he wasn’t around. If he stared at you long enough you had to run away; some kids ran away crying. We’d all heard the stories about him dunking kids under the water in the ditch and throwing them off the second floor of the mall. I heard he threw a kid through a glass window. We never knew what to say to him because we didn’t know what would set him off. His temper was legendary and I didn’t ever want to see it. So we never said anything.
See ya, twits,
Grant called as Brian pulled the car out onto Manatee and took them away to the high school.
I was thinking how glad I was that it would be two more years before I joined them there. I just knew the school was filled with Brian Watleys–older, scary, staring at you, smarter than you, and laughing at you. I guess those were the things that scared me the most. Dead cats? Nah.
Rudy didn’t say anything about Busby on the bus ride to school, either; he waited to tell us the story at lunch. Busby was hit by a car on Saturday, he said, and flew thirty feet to land squat on the sidewalk in front of Rudy’s house. Orange and white fur flew everywhere, he said, and rained down in the road like feathers from a strange bird–his words, not mine. I could tell he’d been practicing his story. I was going to tell him he should use it in a poem for English class, but I thought I should show some respect for Busby’s demise. I’d tell him that later.
Rudy buried Busby in the back yard with a little funeral and everything; but the next morning the cat was meowing at the back door, having clawed its way out of the shoe box and a foot of dirt. Of course I didn’t believe him. If it had really happened, he’d have invited me over for the funeral. It’s true I was at my grandmother’s all weekend, at the beach condo. But I knew if it really happened, Rudy would have waited for me.
The second time, Rudy figured Busby ate a poisoned mouse because, he said, he hacked for five hours straight and all kinds of tiny body parts came out and then Busby keeled over on the back porch by the pool and stopped moving. Rudy didn’t get a chance to bury him that time.
He held a wake in his back yard and I was invited because I’m his best friend, and probably because I told him why I didn’t believe him about the first time. Brian Watley got to go too, on account of he’s Grant’s best friend. Or it could have been just because he was over that day. Rudy’s dad and mom and gram were there, and Rudy made them all go out back, again, by the pool where Grant and Brian had re-dug the hole against the back fence.
Standing poolside, next to a TV table with Busby’s shoe box on it, we all took turns remembering the things we liked about Busby. He looked like he was sleeping, not peacefully though; you could tell he’d been hacking up a dead mouse when he hit The Big One.
Rudy’s mom said, Well, here we are again. I hope you’re really dead this time.
And his dad said, Sorry about burying you and all, last time.
Rudy’s brother Grant poked him with a stick. I said how much I liked it when Busby brought me dead lizards in his mouth whenever I was over at Rudy’s, even though he growled at me if I tried to take them. When Rudy’s gram stood up and said she really couldn’t think of anything nice to say, Busby sneezed and lifted his head up out of the box to look around at us all.
Chapter Two
Rudy’s mom screamed and knocked over some of the chairs trying to get inside the house and Rudy’s gram nodded triumphantly. I guess rising from the dead was another bad mark against Busby. Don’t tell, but I agree with Rudy’s gram. Busby was not the nicest cat in the neighborhood.
The third time, Rudy came to school weepy and said Busby was dead again. This time it was for sure because he was flat as a flour tortilla. That very morning, Busby was sleeping on top of the old refrigerator out in Rudy’s garage when Rudy and Grant were fighting over the red baseball cap again. Rudy swears the cap is his because he found it in the street in Orlando last summer–his mom washed it for him in this really strange, plastic, hat cage. But Grant says it’s his, that he bought it at the mall. Nobody knows, but I’m pretty sure the hat Rudy found in Orlando was brown.
Anyway, Grant shoved Rudy up against the refrigerator in the garage, and, because it was empty with the door chained shut, and off balance, it started rocking forward and back. Rudy said Busby made a howling kind of noise from on top of it, probably annoyed, but he didn’t pay much attention as he pulled away from Grant and grabbed hold of the door handle. Grant pulled Rudy, and Rudy pulled the refrigerator over. It was lucky, I said, not giving Rudy the sympathy he wanted, that the fridge didn’t fall on him and Grant, because then they’d be flat.
Rudy glared at me. My mom said the same thing.
She was right,
I said.
But Busby’s flat as a spit splat. My mom didn’t even believe me when I told her Busby was under there. She just yelled at me to get my dad to pick the fridge up. And the fridge landed on a pile of her groceries and they were smashed and thrown across the floor so she wasn’t paying any attention about Busby.
Rudy said it took his father and Grant and Mr. Haggarty from next door, to lift the refrigerator off Busby. Mr. Haggarty slipped on the garage floor and got oil on his best suit pants and cursed all the way home. It wasn’t car oil, because the Albees never put their cars in the garage. It was cooking oil. One of Mrs. Albee’s bottles of cooking oil leaked. The point is, nobody but Rudy paid any attention to poor dead Busby.
Flat as a spit splat,
I said, and probably shouldn’t have. Say that ten times fast.
Rudy was not amused.
Busby was for sure dead this time. Still, I followed Rudy home from the bus stop that afternoon to see how dead he really was, but Busby was alive again and waiting for Rudy in the front yard.
And that’s when I got suspicious. It was all the dying and living again, for one thing. And for another, it