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the front seat and fixed her shades in place. Archie stood on his hind legs, paws on the van window, as Lara issued some final instructions.
    Probably reminding him of rule number one.
Shakespeare couldn’t help feeling that Lara was pretty cool.
For a dog.
The professor revved the powerful engine. The window whirred down and the family pet waved a paw as the van sped away.
    ‘See you in a fortnight,’ she howled.
    Shakespeare was relieved.
Spy Dog is out of the way.
He heard Mum coming across the landing with the vacuum cleaner.
I hate that thing
, thought the cat. He peered out of Sophie’s bedroom door and saw that Mrs Cook was driving the noise machine into the big bedroom. He took his chance and scampered out of the room, down the stairs and into the lounge. There was nobody about, so he did what he had seen Lara do the previous day. Shakespeare stood tall and thumped his paw
on the button by the fire. He sat still as the fireplace rotated itself – and now him – into Lara’s secret room.
    It took him a few seconds for his cat’s eyes to get accustomed to the dimly lit room. On every wall there were pictures of Lara in various action poses.
And there she is meeting royalty
, noted Shakespeare.
Impressive! And so many CCTV screens. What is this place?
    The cat leapt up on to the desk. There was a board with newspaper cuttings on it. Shakespeare had no idea what the words meant but Lara and the white-coated old man they called the ‘prof’ appeared in quite a few. Shakespeare spotted the same briefcase that the professor had been carrying, lying on the desk.
So he came in here too with Lara then. Interesting.
The lock on the briefcase was undone and Shakespeare couldn’t resist. Curiosity sometimes killed the cat but Shakespeare had always found that the more knowledge he had, the more likely he was to survive. He ran his paw over the lock – there was a click and the case sprang open. There were lots of pieces of paper with yellow Post-it notes all over them. The cat scratched open an envelope and pulled out some photographs.
There were lots of animal action shots, including one of a pig on a treadmill.
Weird!
     

     
    Shakespeare dug his paw deeper into the briefcase and rummaged around underneath the papers. His claws extended and he hooked on to something.
Nice
, he thought, pulling out a metal collar.
Just my size.
The cat struggled with it.
It’s so frustrating having paws instead of fingers
, he thought, before he eventually managed to click the collar round his throat.
He stretched his neck and looked in the mirror.
Quite handsome
, he thought. He noticed that when he clicked the collar shut it activated a red flashing light.
    Little did Shakespeare know that he was wearing the professor’s latest and most ingenious invention.

5. Cat’s Eyes
    Shakespeare glanced around the office to see what else he could find.
Lara’s top-secret hidey-hole
,
he thought
. There’s bound to be something I can learn.
His eye caught the newspaper clippings. Lara’s picture was in nearly every single one, the same as before. But this time the writing made sense. He furrowed his brow and looked closer.
Amazing! The jumble is un-jumbled!
He squinted closely at the news clippings.
I can read the letters. The words make sense!
He glanced at a headline, Top Dog Nets Master Criminal . He read the smaller writing underneath.
Local canine Lara rounded up an entire criminal gang …
he read, before moving on to another story. Scientist’s Invention Goes Global was the headline.
What on earth’s happening to me?
thought the cat.
    Shakespeare’s paw went to his collar. He unclicked it, the light went off and the words became scrambled once more. He clicked it back shut and the words became clear again.
Magic! I’m the first cat in the world that can read English
, he thought, purring loudly and strutting along the desk, devouring the various newspaper clippings. Shakespeare was absorbed. In less than an hour he’d learnt