Claude’s Christmas Adventure: The must-read Christmas dog book of 2018!

She might be obsessing about his arms a little bit.

‘I can ask around the neighbourhood while I’m doing my rounds, see if anyone has a number for the McCawleys,’ Jack went on. ‘I just wish I had a lead for him. Maybe I could borrow some ribbon?’

Holly stopped staring at Jack’s arms and lurched towards Perdita’s cupboard instead. ‘Even better. You can borrow Perdita’s lead. It just clips onto the collar.’ She turned to hand it to him to find Jack staring at her, for a change.

‘You have a lead for your … cat?’

Blood hit her cheeks again. Dammit, she’d blushed more this afternoon than in the past five years. ‘Yes. When we moved here, she was a bit skittish. And Sebastian said … anyway, it doesn’t matter. Here you go.’ No need to explain that Sebastian had said that if she couldn’t control the damn animal, she’d have to get rid of it. Holly had chosen the lead as a way to try and keep Perdita comfortable and close until she settled in.

She proffered the lead again, and this time Jack took it.

‘Sebastian?’ he asked, as he clipped it onto Claude’s collar.

‘My ex,’ Holly said shortly.

‘Ah. Right.’ Was that pity in his eyes now? Or … maybe, just maybe, was it something else?

Holly really hoped so. She was sick of pity. And perhaps it was past time for something else.

‘Good luck,’ she said, as Jack headed for the door. ‘I mean, with Claude.’

‘Thanks.’ Jack flashed her a smile. ‘I’ll drop by later, if you like? Let you know how I get on? And return the lead, of course.’

‘Of course.’ Holly returned the grin. ‘That would be … nice.’

‘Nice,’ Jack echoed.

And then they were doing the staring competition thing again, and that wasn’t getting either of them anywhere.

‘I’ll see you later, then,’ Holly said, her hand on the door. She couldn’t stand around here flirting all day. She had a dozen mince pies to bake, a gingerbread house to assemble and decorate, and another lot of bunting to make.

As Jack led Claude away up the street, he turned and waved, and Holly felt that warm rush fill her again. He was coming back.

She wondered if Jack liked eggnog.

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There is a certain indignity to being led around on a cat lead, even if no one except you and the person holding the lead knows it is one. Still, Jack the Postman didn’t seem to mind the ridiculousness, so I decided I could probably bear it too.

It had to be better than wearing the hideous outfit that Holly had apparently bought for Perdita. I gave a satisfied huff. Nice to know that my nemesis cat would be facing some punishment after all.

Actually, meeting Holly had made me think that perhaps Perdita didn’t have it quite as free and easy as she suggested. The evil fluffy cat liked to lord it over me because she could go anywhere, do anything, and was answerable to no one. But it seemed to me like Holly was rather invested in her cat – and if Perdita put up with things like Christmas jumpers, and being taken out on a lead, then maybe she was more committed to her person than she liked to admit.

It didn’t make me like Perdita any more, but I was starting to believe that we were more alike than she’d been letting on.

Plus I got to eat her cat food. It wasn’t as good as mine, of course, but abandoned dogs had to take what they could get.

Abandoned.

What a horrible word. I knew what happened to abandoned dogs. Other dogs didn’t like to talk about it much but, sometimes, in the park or out for a walk, you’d hear whispers. A new dog would appear on the scene, looking haunted and nervous, for instance. And someone would overhear a human muttering about owners who didn’t deserve pets. Owners who beat their dogs, or starved them, or just left them somewhere, alone and scared. How this one had been lucky to find a new home. But they didn’t look lucky, not straight off. To start with, they just looked terrified that it would happen again.

Over time, if they were really one of the lucky ones, they’d start to lose that haunted, hunted look. But sometimes they’d just disappear, and we’d never know their experiences.

And sometimes, those dogs who lasted, would talk about what happened to them.

I didn’t like to listen to those stories.

And I really didn’t like to think that it might be happening to me, right now.

No. I shook my head, my ears catching the wind as I trotted along Maple Drive beside Jack. I wasn’t an abandoned dog. Daisy and Oliver hadn’t meant to leave me behind, I was sure of that.

I just didn’t understand why they hadn’t come back yet. Surely they must have realised I wasn’t with them by now?

‘Well, old boy,’ Jack said, and I stopped my fretting to listen. It’s easy enough to understand humans if you’re paying attention, but it’s like trying to understand a squirrel or a cat. Not quite the automatic sense that other dogs make.

Well, it wouldn’t be, would it? Everyone knows that dogs are the most intelligent of animals.

‘Let’s see if we can find someone who knows where your family are,’ Jack went on, but he didn’t sound like he had much hope. I didn’t blame him. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen Daisy or Oliver talking to any of our neighbours. I talked to Perdita more than they’d ever spoken to Holly, I knew that for a fact. Maple Drive just wasn’t that sort of place; I didn’t even know the names of some of the pets on the street. And besides, my family were always dashing here, there and everywhere, often dragging me along behind them. When would they have had time to tell anyone where they were going?

I must have looked despondent, because Jack rubbed my ears and said, ‘Cheer up, Claude. I’m sure they’ll be back soon, anyway. Definitely by the time I’ve finished my rounds, I reckon. They probably thought you were in the house when they left, right?’

I knew he was trying to cheer me up, but his words only left me more depressed. What if they weren’t planning on coming back at all? They were off on their ferry, France and chateau adventure, probably having all sorts of fun without me.

Maybe Daisy and Oliver hadn’t meant to leave me behind, but I was starting to worry that they hadn’t missed me since they left. And what did that say about my place in the family?

The McCawleys were my pack. But to them, I was only a pet.

In which case … I looked up at Jack, who was whistling a tune I recognised from Daisy’s Christmas CD. If I needed to find a new family, I could do a lot worse than Jack. He’d been kind so far, and he was helping me – even if he had put me on a lead. He and Holly had fed me, and they were trying to find my family for me.

Yes, Jack and Holly were good people. Perhaps I’d adopt them. After all, why should it always be the humans who got to choose their pets? I’d bet they’d love a handsome dog like me for Christmas. Suddenly, I felt a lot better about my day, and about Christmas as a whole. All I had to do was show Jack and Holly that they were my humans now. At least until Daisy and Oliver came home, anyway.

That shouldn’t be too hard. Right?

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‘I don’t think you understand,’ Daisy ground out, mentally cursing the man behind the ferry information desk. Boils in very uncomfortable places. Or maybe the tinsel that lined the desk could rise up and strangle him … ‘We need to get back to England. Immediately.’

Jay’s thin arms were wrapped around her waist, clinging on for dear life, and Daisy’s tunic felt damp around the middle from his tears. This was a disaster. How could they possibly have forgotten Claude?

‘Madam, I am sure that you understand that we cannot simply “turn the boat around” as you say.’ The official followed his words with an insincere smile that made Daisy wish for worse than boils for him. Maybe verrucas all over his face …

Jay let out another wail, and Daisy decided to forgo the creative cursing and try begging instead.

‘Please.’ She looked down at his name badge. ‘Henri. It’s our dog, you see. He got left behind. He’s all alone back there. We have to get back to him.’

Henri’s face twisted up in disgust. ‘A dog? Madam, these are wild creatures. They know how to take care of themselves. Really, you shouldn’t worry.’ He waved a hand dismissively, then selected a postcard from his clear plastic rack and passed it to Daisy. ‘Here. Go treat yourselves to a free drink in our bar. Soon you will be enjoying your journey with us so much that you will forget all about your animal.’