Kitty And The Moonlight Rescue

Chapter

3

Kitty swung from one branch to the next, and the leaves above her moved wildly. No matter how quickly she climbed, someone else was climbing away from her even faster.

“Wait! I came to help you,” called Kitty.

The rustling stopped, and a pair of bright eyes blinked over the edge of a thick branch. “Are you sure you’re not a monster?” said a little voice.

Kitty realized she was speaking to a cat. “I promise I’m not a monster. I’m just a girl who can talk to cats. It’s a special talent that runs in my family,” she explained. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Oh!” The eyes blinked again. “My name’s Pixie.” The leaves shook, and a small cat with fluffy white fur jumped onto Kitty’s branch.

“What happened? Did the fox scare you?” asked Kitty.

“I was up here in the tree, imagining I was a magical cat with wings. Then that horrible howling started. Can you hear it? I think it’s a g-g-ghost!” Pixie’s whiskers trembled.

“Figaro says it’s coming from the clock tower. I’m on my way to investigate right now,” said Kitty.

Pixie clutched Kitty’s arm with her paw. “You mustn’t! What if the ghost sees you?”

Kitty swallowed. “I’m sure it isn’t a ghost,” she said firmly. “Why don’t you come with us and see for yourself? The fox is gone, so it’s quite safe to climb down.”

Pixie followed Kitty down the tree, still muttering about ghosts and monsters. Kitty was starting to wonder if the little cat had a very strong imagination. They scrambled through the bushes to find Figaro scampering toward them. At his side was a tabby cat with serious amber eyes.

“There you are, Kitty!” Figaro twirled his whiskers. “I was getting so worried! Pixie, what on earth are you doing here?”

“I was up a tree dreaming of becoming a cat with wings! But now Kitty says I should come and look for the clock tower ghost,” replied Pixie.

Figaro tutted. “Dear me! I see you’re full of wild ideas, as usual.” He waved to the cat with the amber eyes. “Kitty, I’d like you to meet my friend Katsumi. She’s brought some news about the clock tower emergency.”

“Pleased to meet you,” the tabby cat said, bowing her head. She had a beautiful honey-colored coat and a long, elegant tail.

“Hello, Katsumi!” Pixie bounced up to the tabby cat, and they touched noses.

“Katsumi, this is my new friend Kitty,” said Figaro. “She has special superpowers just like her mother, so I asked her to help us.”

Kitty’s stomach lurched. “I’m not really a superhero—”

“Of course you are!” Figaro interrupted, turning to Katsumi. “Well, what is the news from the clock tower?”

“An owl friend told me there’s a creature on the tower,” explained Katsumi. “He didn’t get close enough to see what it was, but he seemed quite shaken. The noise was overwhelming!”

Kitty listened. She didn’t need super senses to detect the sound coming from the clock tower anymore. The wailing noise was growing louder and sharper.

“I know a shortcut,” said Katsumi. “Follow me.”

Kitty and the others followed Katsumi across the park. It was strange seeing the place at night. Moonlight glinted on the swings and the slide, and the duck pond shined like a silver coin.

Leaves crackled, and a little owl with white and brown feathers flew down to perch on the branch of a tree. Katsumi nodded to the bird. The owl hooted before spreading its wings and flying away into the dark.

Leaving the park, they passed a row of shops. Figaro stopped outside a seafood store and licked his lips. “Goodness me! That haddock looks delicious.” His stomach gave a deep rumble.

Just then, the crying from the clock tower rose into a sharp wail. The noise was so sad and lonely that it made Kitty’s heart ache. “Quickly!” she called to the cats. “We’re nearly there.” She raced down a little alley that took her into a small square surrounded by houses.

The clock tower was right in front of her, pointing into the clouds. The huge clockface was as round and pale as the full moon hanging in the sky. The hands on the clock pointed to five minutes to midnight.

Kitty’s night vision grew stronger as she stared at the tower’s smooth stone walls. She focused on the terrible noise and spotted a tiny ball huddled on a narrow ledge. It wasn’t a ghost or a terrifying monster. It was a little ginger kitten. Its tail was curled around its body and its blue eyes were wide with fright.

“There’s a kitten on a ledge close to the top of the tower,” Kitty told the others. “I don’t know how he got so high.”

“Goodness me!” said Figaro. “How can one little kitten make such a terrible racket?”

“It doesn’t even sound like a kitten,” said Pixie, swishing her tail.

“There’s a way onto the roof over there.” Katsumi pointed to a house with a low porch. “Go on, Kitty, there’s no time to lose.”

Kitty nodded, grateful for Katsumi’s sensible ideas. She climbed onto the porch and from there to the rooftop. The others followed her. The kitten looked down, shivering wildly.

The huge clockface below the kitten showed the time: four minutes to twelve o’clock.

Kitty took a sharp breath. Soon it would be midnight, and the clock would make twelve deafening chimes. The noise was bound to startle the kitten. What if it surprised him so much that he fell right off the ledge? “Don’t be frightened!” she called to the little cat. “I’m Kitty, and this is Figaro, Pixie, and Katsumi. We’ve come to help you.”

The kitten stared down at them. “YOOOWL!” he cried, and tears dripped down his furry cheeks.

“Poor thing!” said Katsumi. “I wonder how he got stuck.”

“He’s very young to climb all the way to that ledge.” Figaro shook his head. “Kittens these days can be so reckless!”

Pixie turned her eyes to Kitty. “You will help him, won’t you?”

Kitty’s stomach felt wobbly. “I want to try!” she stammered. “But I’m not really a superhero. I’ve never been on an adventure before.”

“But you were wearing your superhero outfit!” exclaimed Figaro.

“It’s just for playing!” said Kitty desperately. “I’m not sure I can do this.”

“You’ve already come this far,” said Katsumi. “And superpowers clearly run in your family.”

Figaro frowned. “Yes! Just remember how courageously you dashed into the pitch-black park when you heard Pixie’s cry for help. I thought to myself at the time how brave you were!”

Pixie nodded eagerly. “I could have been up that tree all night if it wasn’t for you.”

Kitty blushed at their kind words. She thought again of what her mom had said: “You’re braver than you think.” She turned to face the huge tower, and her head spun at the thought of climbing up so high. Then she looked at the tiny ginger kitten, scrabbling at the side of the ledge.

Kitty closed her eyes and felt her powers tingling inside her. “That kitten’s in terrible danger. I know I have to do something!”

A steep drop stretched below her with a narrow stone ledge on the other side. Deep shadows filled the chasm, and the cold wind ruffled Kitty’s hair. She took a big breath. Then she sprang across, landing neatly on the other side. Gripping the stone wall with her fingertips, she began to climb.