Mr Pusskins: Best in Show CBeebies Bedtime Stories

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Well, that's interesting.

Oh, hello. I'm Shappi.

I've just been reading in the newspaper

about an amazing perfect pet show.

One little girl decided to enter her cat.

I'm going to tell you all about it in tonight's bedtime story.

It's called Mr Pusskins, by Sam Lloyd.

This is the story of a little girl called Emily,

and her dear cat, Mr Pusskins.

One morning, while flicking through the paper, Emily spotted something.

There was a pet show in town that very day.

"Oh, Mr Pusskins, you're such a handsome boy.

"You simply must enter," gushed Emily.

But Mr Pusskins wasn't so keen.

Little Whiskers, Emily's dear kitten,

was too young to enter the competition.

"We can both support Mr Pusskins instead," said Emily excitedly.

Mr Pusskins glared at the other contestants.

Why did they look so snazzy for such a silly show?

But as soon as Mr Pusskins entered the arena,

he knew it was because of the trophy.

It was the most fabulous thing Mr Pusskins had ever seen.

He simply had to have it.

He hurried to the dressing room, where he licked and slicked

and buffed and fluffed until he was magnificent.

When Mr Pusskins joined the other pets, they gasped in amazement.

Surely he'd win and the trophy would be his.

Just then, they heard an announcement.

"Let the judging commence!"

Mr Pusskins wondered where the judging would take place.

Luckily, Madame Fifi seemed keen to show him where to go.

Mr Pusskins raced off. There was not a moment to lose.

He must win the competition and get his paws on that trophy.

Madame Fifi trotted away in the other direction.

But hang on, this wasn't where he should be.

Drat! That dirty double-crossing poodle must have tricked him.

Mr Pusskins had to get to judging fast. He needed to take a short cut.

Mr Pusskins leapt over a fence, zoomed into a tunnel,

zipped through flags and a hoop

and arrived at the judging just in time.

He hoped no-one would notice his mishap.

Mr Pusskins waited anxiously.

He wanted that trophy so much.

Finally, the announcement was made.

"And the winner is...

"Madame Fifi Fou-Fou.'

Mr Pusskins was mortified.

He couldn't bear to watch his precious trophy

go to that cheating dog.

He had to find Emily and tell her everything.

Emily squeezed Mr Pusskins tight.

"There, there, darling, never you mind," she soothed.

"We both know Madame Fifi didn't deserve to win."

Suddenly there was another announcement.

"Mr Pusskins has won the top talent trophy."

"Mr Pusskins, the way you zipped through the obstacle course

"was incredible," exclaimed the judge.

"Please accept our most spectacular top talent trophy."

Mr Pusskins purred with pleasure.

This is the end of the story of a little girl called Emily

and her dear cat, Mr Pusskins.

Even though the trophy is in pride of place,

Emily doesn't need it to prove how wonderful Mr Pusskins is.

because she's always known.

That story was called Mr Pusskins.

I'm glad Emily's cat won a trophy in the end.

He deserved it after what that Madame Fifi did.

I wonder if there are any more stories in the paper.

While I have a look, it's time for you to go to bed.

So get cosy and I'll see you soon for another story.

Good night.

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