Sky The Unwanted Kitten

Chapter Seven

Lucy felt suddenly cold. It was just like Izzy had said. You might end up having to stay here, and not having a gorgeous kitten.

“Oh, Lucy, don’t look like that!” Her mum came over and gave her a hug. “We’re not cross with you. It was our fault for not talking it over with you first.”

No, you don’t understand! Lucy wanted to cry out. Don’t give her back! I want to keep her! But her voice seemed to stick in her throat as her parents went on talking.

Mum stroked Lucy’s hair sadly. “Sky deserves a home where she’s really wanted. She’s such a loving little kitten – she needs someone to give her loads of love back.”

Lucy had been about to try to explain, but that made her stop. It was so true. Sky did need a home where she was properly loved. Lucy had a horrible feeling that that special home wasn’t here with her. She’d been so mean – Sky didn’t know whether Lucy loved her or hated her. Maybe I just don’t deserve to have a kitten, she thought.

But she had to say goodbye to Sky properly. Even if Sky didn’t understand.

Later, Lucy crept downstairs while her parents were in the front room. Sky was in the kitchen, as she usually was at night, and Lucy opened the door quietly.

Sky saw her from her basket, and laid her ears slightly back, and stared up as Lucy came closer in the faint light from the hallway.

Lucy gulped. It was obvious that Sky didn’t know what was going on. She crouched down by the basket. “Mum and Dad are right,” she whispered to the kitten, running one finger down Sky’s back. “You do deserve a better home than this. I’ve come to say goodbye,” she murmured, her eyes filling with tears. One of them dripped on to Sky’s nose, making her jump.

“Mrow!” she mewed indignantly, and Lucy laughed and cried at the same time, stifling the strange noise in case her parents heard. Sky’s face was so funny, her blue eyes round and cross.

“Ssshh, Sky!” Lucy scooped Sky up, tucking her into her dressing gown. “Come on,” she whispered. Lucy looked round quickly as she opened the kitchen door, then scurried up the stairs to her room.

Sky snuggled against Lucy’s pyjamas, watching curiously as they went upstairs. She’d never got this far before, the stairs were steep and someone always caught her before she’d struggled up more than a few steps.

Where was she going? Sky purred excitedly as Lucy opened the door to her room and placed her down gently on the floor.

Lucy snuggled under her duvet and watched Sky exploring her bedroom, sniffing her way around the boxes. Having Sky in her room made the little kitten seem much more hers, somehow. Lucy could imagine doing her homework up here, with Sky sitting on her windowsill watching the birds, or snoozing on her duvet. Sky clambered on to the bed next to Lucy, and purred lovingly in her ear.

“What am I going to do, Sky?” Lucy murmured sleepily, stroking her. All of a sudden she was so tired. “I wish you could tell me what to do…”

Lucy awoke to find Sky licking her face with her rough little tongue.

“Hey, Sky… That’s a nice way to be woken up,” she muttered sleepily. “I suppose you want breakfast?” she said, as Sky jumped down off the bed and padded over to the bedroom door.

Lucy threw on her dressing gown, and carried Sky downstairs. When they got to the kitchen she jumped lightly down, and stared demandingly at her food bowl. “Mw-wowl!” she told Lucy firmly.

Lucy grabbed the bag of kitten food from the cupboard. She poured some into Sky’s bowl, and fetched herself some juice from the fridge. Watching Sky busily devouring her breakfast, Lucy wondered if she could bear to let Sky go. She was so lovely! If she told her parents she’d changed her mind, maybe they could keep her…

Her mum came down a few minutes later. “You fed Sky!” she said in surprise. Then she looked at the bag that Lucy had left on the counter. “I suppose I might as well take that to the breeder’s with me later. They’ll be able to use it up, or give it to her new owner. The basket and things, too, probably,” Mum sighed.

Lucy walked quickly out of the kitchen, before she started to cry. Sky’s new owner! The person who was going to really love her… Everything was so complicated, Lucy felt she didn’t even know what she wanted any more.

The doorbell rang. Izzy and Amber had come to pick her up for school like they’d arranged last night. Sky peeped round the front door, and Izzy nudged Amber. “Look, isn’t she gorgeous? Isn’t Lucy lucky?”

Amber smiled. “Oh! She’s so tiny. You really are lucky, Lucy!”

Lucy didn’t want to explain what had happened in case she started crying again. “Mmmm!” she said, forcing a smile.

As soon as Amber left them at the school gates to go on to her secondary school, Lucy burst out, “They’re taking Sky back!”

“What?” Izzy yelped. “When?”

“Today,” Lucy said miserably. “Mum and Dad told me when I got home from your house last night. They said they’d made a mistake, but the people who bred Sky will have her back. Luckily.” She sniffed.

Izzy gazed at her in horror. “And you’re just going to let them?”

Lucy stared down, noticing that her school skirt had white hairs on it. “I suppose so,” she murmured. She was crying again!

“You just can’t!” Izzy said. “That beautiful kitten, the best present ever, and you’re letting them take her away!” Izzy’s eyes were flashing, and people were staring at them as they walked along the corridor to their classroom.

“You don’t understand!” Lucy wailed.

“No, I don’t.” Izzy dumped her bag on their table.

“Last night I was going to tell them I’d changed my mind about Sky and wanted to keep her,” Lucy explained. “I was trying to think how to do it while I was at yours. But when I got home they told me they were going to give Sky back because she needed someone who’d really love her. And they’re right! All I’ve done is make her sad…” she sobbed.

Izzy made a disbelieving noise and put her arm round Lucy. “She didn’t look sad the other day when you were cuddling her in your garden! She looked really happy!”

Lucy looked up at her hopefully. “Do you think so?”

Izzy thought for a moment. “Do you think maybe you’ve been upset about moving house for so long that you’re just looking on the wrong side of everything?” she asked.

Lucy felt hurt. It sounded as though Izzy thought she was just being stupid.

“I’m not trying to be mean,” Izzy added hurriedly. “It’s just I thought you were actually starting to like being here. You don’t really hate it, do you?”

Lucy shook her head slowly. “Noooo,” she murmured. She looked up at Izzy, feeling confused. She’d been telling herself she hated Fairford for so long, it was hard to admit to someone else that it actually wasn’t so bad. “No. Since I made friends with you, it’s been fun,” she said, smiling. She sat down slowly on the edge of the table, thinking aloud. “And if I could keep Sky, and not have to pretend I didn’t like her, it would be even better.” Lucy looked shyly up at her friend – Izzy really was her friend. “All I have to do is explain to Mum and Dad, and everything will be OK.”

Back at Lucy’s house, her mum was in the hall searching for her keys, ready to go out shopping. She just had time before Lucy and Kieran came back from school. Mum grabbed her coat from the understairs cupboard. “Where have I put them, puss?” she muttered to Sky. “Oh, there they are, in my pocket all the time!” She sighed, looking at Sky’s bright, interested eyes. “I’m going to miss you. But I suppose it’s for the best. I’ll see you in a while, little one.”

Feeling lonely, Sky watched her walk down the road from her perch on the back of the sofa. Then she wandered through the house, looking for something fun to do. She could hear the washing machine rumbling in the kitchen. It would be going round and round! She liked to watch it, so she nudged the door open.

Sky didn’t use her basket much during the day – she usually slept on the sofa – so Lucy’s mum had tidied it away with her food bowl, and the bag of food. It was all piled up on the counter, ready to take back that evening. Forgetting about the washing machine, Sky looked at the place where her basket was supposed to be, feeling confused. What was going on? Her bowl, her basket, all that food? Didn’t they want her any more?

But she liked it here, and she was sure Lucy was beginning to like having her here, too. Determinedly, Sky stalked out of the kitchen. This was her home now, here with Lucy!

Distracted by losing her keys, Lucy’s mum hadn’t closed the understairs cupboard properly. Sky had never seen this door open before, not even a crack, and she nudged it further open with her nose.

It was full of wellies and bike helmets and coats, and it looked dark and curious. Sky wriggled through the door, and wove herself between the wellies to get further in. At the back was a big wicker basket, full of scarves and hats. Sky climbed into it, and burrowed under Lucy’s pink, fluffy hat. Perfect. Now she would stay here until they changed their minds.