Misty The Abandoned Kitten

Chapter Six

“Oh, Amy, she’s here!”

Amy blinked sleepily, and looked over at Lily, who was sitting up in her sleeping bag. There was a warm, furry weight on her chest, and Amy remembered her late night visitor. Misty had stayed all night!

“She turned up a little while after you went to sleep.” Amy suddenly sat up, making Misty squeak. “Lily, what time is it? My mum! She said she’d bring us our breakfast in the morning.”

Lily’s eyes widened. “It feels like we slept quite late.” She wriggled over to the door and opened it. “Oh no, she’s coming down the garden! With toast!”

“I don’t care if she’s got toast! What are we going to do?”

But they were both sleepy and giggly with excitement about Misty, and all Amy could think of was to pull her sleeping bag up over the kitten. Which Misty didn’t like. She wriggled about indignantly, and just as Amy’s mum appeared at the top of the ladder, she poked her head back out.

“Hello, girls! Did you sleep well?” Amy’s mum smiled at them. “I thought you might be hungry.” Then she noticed Misty, and her eyes widened. “Amy, is that a cat?”

“It’s a kitten,” Amy told her, cuddling Misty close.

“Where on earth has it come from?” her mother asked, sounding confused.

“I found her,” Amy said defensively. “She’s a stray. I’ve been looking after her.”

“But she must belong to someone. Oh, Amy, I think we need to speak to your dad about this. Come back to the house, right now.”

Amy climbed awkwardly down the ladder, with Misty still snuggled up against her pyjamas. Misty was shivering, as if she could tell that something was wrong.

Amy’s dad was drinking some tea at the table, and looked up in surprise as he spotted Amy holding Misty.

“Amy, isn’t that the kitten who was at the window the other day?” he said, getting up to take a closer look.

Misty hissed nervously, as this big man suddenly loomed over her.

“Sorry, kitty. I didn’t mean to scare you. She’s a sweet little thing, isn’t she?”

“But whose sweet little thing, that’s the point!” Amy’s mum said.

“I don’t think Misty belongs to anyone, Mrs Griffiths,” Lily put in.

“She’s got a name? Amy, you’ve named her?” Amy’s mum stared at them suspiciously. “This isn’t just a one-off thing, is it? How long have you been keeping this kitten in your tree house?”

“I haven’t been keeping her there. She just came! I first saw her a couple of weeks ago. Just after my birthday. But I don’t know how often she sleeps there.”

Mum turned to Lily. “All that cat food that you bought! Was that for this kitten?” she demanded.

“Ye-es,” Lily admitted, looking guilty.

Mum sighed. “Amy, it’s not up to you to feed somebody else’s cat! We’ll never get rid of her now. Not if you’ve been feeding her. We need to find the kitten’s owner.”

“She doesn’t have an owner!” Amy protested.

“She must do,” her mum said firmly.

“Honestly, she doesn’t. She’s a stray. She really doesn’t belong to anyone. She doesn’t even have a collar. And look how thin she is!” Amy paused and looked at Misty. “Well, she isn’t now, but that’s only because I’ve been feeding her. She was so skinny, Mum! Ask Lily.”

Amy’s mum sank down into a chair. “I know you two are in this together,” she snapped. “I can’t believe you’ve both been hiding someone else’s kitten!”

“Sorry, Mrs Griffiths…” Lily muttered, and Amy put an arm round her, feeling upset. She hadn’t meant to get her friend into trouble.

Amy’s dad pulled up a chair and took a sip of his tea. “OK. Let’s not get upset,” he said. “Sit down, girls, and tell us what happened with the kitten.”

Amy sat down next to her dad. She looked up at Mum, determined to make her understand. “Misty was really nervous at first. It took ages before she’d let me pick her up. She was really scared. Even if she did have an owner, they haven’t looked after her properly.”

Misty put her paws on the table, and sniffed hopefully at Dad’s tea.

Dad laughed. “She looks hungry. Shall I give her some milk? Since Amy’s already been feeding her, it can’t make that much difference.”

Amy’s mum only sighed, but Amy shook her head. “No, Dad. Cats aren’t supposed to drink milk. It gives them a stomach upset. You can give her some water, though. And I could go and get one of her tins from the tree house, if you like?”

Misty mewed hopefully, and Amy’s dad nodded. “She knows what you just said. Go on then.”

When Amy and Lily came back, Misty was sitting on her dad’s lap.

“Dad! I didn’t know you liked cats!”

“She was pretty determined.” He shrugged. But he was smiling, and he stroked Misty’s head very gently, as though he knew exactly how to handle a kitten.

Amy watched, wide-eyed. Mum and Dad had always been so firm about her not having a cat that she’d thought they didn’t like them. But Dad looked really happy having Misty on his knee. Amy stared at him hopefully, and then exchanged a thoughtful look with Lily.

Just then, Misty jumped lightly off Amy’s dad’s lap, stepped delicately around the table to her mum, and sat staring pleadingly up at her, her sparkling green eyes looking as big as saucers.

“She’s a charmer!”Amy’s dad laughed. “She wants to stay.”

“Stay! We can’t keep her! I can’t believe you’re giving in!” Amy’s mum protested. “Yes, she is cute, but we said Amy was too young for a pet.”

“She’s been looking after this one quite well so far,”Amy’s dad pointed out. “I didn’t know cats shouldn’t have milk. And this is a very sweet little cat.” Misty mewed hopefully at Amy’s mum.

“We’d better feed her, anyway,” Mum said, shaking her head. “She’s obviously hungry.”

Amy lifted Misty down from the table and placed her on the floor, while her mum took down an old bowl. Mum opened the tin of cat food and started to empty it out. Purring, Misty butted her head against her leg, making Mum laugh with surprise.

Mum shook her head. “I never thought I’d say this, but all right. You can keep her here – for the moment. If we find out she actually belongs to someone else, she goes straight back! And I’m going to ring the vet, and check no one’s asked about a lost kitten. All right?”

Amy threw her arms around her mum. “Yes. But she doesn’t have an owner, I’m sure.” She then looked down at the kitten, who was tucking into the food greedily. “This is your new home, Misty!”