Six Dinner Sid CBeebies Bedtime Stories

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I didn't know there was a cat here in CBeebies, or even two.

Hold on, there's another cat food bowl.

..Oh, hello. I'm Tanni. Can you help me?

Does a cat live here at CBeebies?

I know that Pilchard lives with Bob in Sunflower Valley,

but I don't think there's normally a cat in the CBeebies house, is there?

Well, look at this, there's not just one cat food bowl,

there's another...

and another...

and another...

and another, and another.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six bowls! Very odd.

Maybe tonight's bedtime story can help to explain things.

The story is by Inga Moore and is called "Six-Dinner Sid".

Sid lived at number 1, Aristotle Street.

He also lived at number 2,

number 3, number 4,

number 5 AND number 6.

MIAOW!

Six lived in six houses,

so that he could have six dinners.

Each night, he would slip out of number 1,

where he might have had chicken,

into number 2 for fish.

Onto number 3 for lamb,

mince at number 4,

fish again at number 5,

rounding off at number six with beef-and-kidney stew.

Since no-one talked to their neighbours in Aristotle Street,

no-one knew what Sid was up to. They each believed the cat they fed

was theirs and theirs alone.

MIAOW!

But Sid had to work hard for his dinners.

It wasn't easy being six people's pets.

He had six different names to remember

and six different ways to behave.

When he was being Scaramouche, Sid put on swanky airs.

As Bob, he had a job.

He was naughty as Satan

and silly as Sally.

As Sooty, he smooched.

But as Schwarz, he had to act rough and tough.

-MIAOW!

-WOOF!

All this work sometimes wore Sid out,

but he didn't care, as long as he had his six dinners.

And besides, he liked being scratched in six different places

and sleeping in six different beds. In fact, life in Aristotle Street

was just about perfect for Sid until one cold, damp day,

he caught a nasty cough. The next thing he knew,

-he was being taken to see the vet.

-ACHOO!

Poor Sid! He was taken not once, not twice,

but six times!

He went with six different people,

in six different ways! The vet said that Sid's cough

wasn't nearly as nasty as it sounded, but to be on the safe side,

he should have a spoonful of medicine. Of course,

Sid didn't just have one spoonful of medicine, he had six!

-ACHOO!

-Now, one black cat

does look much like another, but nobody - not even a busy vet -

could see the cat six times without becoming suspicious.

Sure enough, when he checked in his appointment book,

the vet found six cats with a cough all living in Aristotle Street.

So he rang the owners at once and, oh dear, Sid was found out.

When they discovered what he had been up to,

Sid's owners were furious!

They said he had no business eating so many dinners.

They said in future, they would make sure he had only one dinner a day.

MIAOW!

But Sid was a six-dinner-a-day cat.

So, he went to live at number 1, Pythagoras Place.

He also went to live at numbers 2,

3, 4, 5 AND 6!

MIAOW!

Unlike Aristotle Street, the people in Pythagoras Place

talked to their neighbours, so right from the start,

everyone knew about Sid's six dinners. And because everyone knew,

-nobody minded.

-PURR!

And that was the story called "Six-Dinner Sid".

What a cheeky cat that Sid is! As well as Pythagoras Place,

he's obviously eating his dinner here too.

All that talk of dinner is making me quite hungry.

I wonder if there's any other food in the kitchen. I'll take a look,

while you go to bed. I'll see you soon for another story.

I wonder if there's anything in this cupboard...