Smudge the Stolen Kitten

Chapter Two

Olivia doodled on her reading record book, trying to think of the best name for a beautiful little grey kitten, or perhaps a sweet gingery one. She quite liked Esmerelda, herself. But then Dad had said at breakfast that it had to be a name that they didn’t mind yelling down the garden to get the kitten to come in for tea. Olivia giggled. She couldn’t really see Ben shouting, “Es–mer–el–da!”

Fluffy? Smoky? Whiskers? None of them sounded quite right. Olivia scowled down at the picture she was drawing. A kitten with big, sad eyes, just waiting for her to come and bring him home. She wished they’d been able to go to the Rescue Centre yesterday, straight after Debbie had approved them, but Mum said they needed to get everything ready first, and Olivia supposed she was right. They didn’t even have a food bowl!

Lucie elbowed her in the ribs. “Mr Jones has got his eye on you, Olivia!”

Olivia straightened up and tried to look as though she was listening. She loved history usually, but today she couldn’t think of anything except kittens. They were going to the pet shop after school to get everything, and then on to the Rescue Centre!

The kitten finished his bowl of biscuits and licked his paw, swiping it across his nose and ears. Then he trotted over to the wire front of the pen and stood up on his hind paws, his front claws scraping on the wire. He scrabbled at it for a moment, hoping that someone might come and open it for him. Sometimes the Rescue Centre staff came to play with the kittens, when they weren’t too busy. But maybe they wouldn’t, now that it was only him.

He unhooked his claws, and pattered sadly back to the cushion on the shelf in the corner. It was too big for just him – until yesterday, three small grey kittens had shared it, and now when he curled up he was lost in the middle. He missed his sisters. Even though the centre was kept warm, he still felt chilly all on his own.

“The kittens are this way.” Debbie smiled at Olivia and Ben, and their mum and dad. “You haven’t changed your minds then? You’d still like one?” she teased.

“Yes!” Olivia nodded so hard her bunches shook up and down. “And we’ve got a cat basket and a litter tray and a grooming brush and some toys and two bowls!”

Debbie laughed. “All you need is the kitten then! Come on.” She led the way down the corridor, which was lined with wire-fronted enclosures. They were full of cats, all watching as Olivia walked past. She blinked, feeling suddenly sad. It wasn’t that the little pens weren’t nice – the cats all had a basket and toys, and most of the pens were built with a shelf, so the cats could be high up, where they felt safe. But they weren’t a proper home. She wondered how often they got cuddled or stroked.

“We do take them all out every day. At least once,” Debbie said quietly.

Olivia blinked. How had Debbie known what she was thinking?

“I know it doesn’t look very cosy, but it’s better than being out in the cold.” Debbie sighed. “I’d like to take them all home, but I already have five cats… I can’t really have any more…” She shook herself, and smiled firmly. “Look. The two litters of kittens are in the large pens down this side.”

“Oh…” Olivia crouched down in front of the wire pen.

Four ginger kittens were bombing around, chasing each other round a scratching post and up on to a shelf where a white cat, who Olivia guessed was their mother, was trying to sleep. They scrambled over her – she looked as though she was used to it by now, her ears didn’t even twitch – and then jumped down and did it all over again.

“Goodness,” Mum muttered. “They’re very energetic, aren’t they?”

Olivia looked up at her anxiously. She hoped Mum wasn’t changing her mind. “We’re only going to have one,” she pointed out, her voice a little squeaky with worry. “They only look bouncy because there’s so many of them.”

Debbie nodded. “Kittens are very energetic, but Olivia’s right. Just one won’t be quite so crazy. Look, we’ve got just one grey kitten left in the pen a little further down, he’s a bit calmer.”

Olivia had been so excited seeing the gorgeous ginger kittens that she’d almost forgotten there was one more.

“There were three in this litter, but two of them were rehomed yesterday. I think this little one’s feeling a bit lonely.” Debbie beckoned them along the corridor to the enclosure, where a small grey kitten was stretched out on his sleeping shelf, licking a paw and looking sad. He glanced up as Olivia and her family came closer, and Olivia laughed delightedly. His round green eyes gave him a permanent surprised look, and he had a dark smudge on his tail – almost as though someone had flicked a black paintbrush at him.

The kitten jumped down from his sleeping shelf, and pattered over to the wire front of the pen.

“He’s so beautiful, Mum,” Olivia whispered. “Look at him! He’s so cute, with his little smudgy tail!”

“He is very sweet,” Mum agreed.

The kitten mewed hopefully. He liked Debbie, and he knew she usually came to feed him and fuss over him. And he liked the look of the other people too. Maybe they’d pick him up. They might even take him away with them. Someone had taken his sisters, so why not him?

“Where did he come from?” Dad asked. “You don’t have his mum as well, like the other kittens?”

Debbie shook her head, and sighed. “No…” She glanced at Ben and Olivia, as though she didn’t want to upset them. “These kittens were abandoned. A lady out for a walk by the canal found them. Someone had just left them in a cardboard box.”

Olivia stared at the kitten, who was pawing hopefully at the wire. How could someone just have abandoned him?

“They were lucky to be found so quickly,” Debbie added. “They were only two weeks old; they would have died if they’d been left much longer without food.” She patted Olivia’s arm, seeing how upset she was. “But the good thing about it is that the kittens were bottle-fed, which means they’re super-friendly. This one is a little love. He wants to be cuddled all the time.”

“Can we have him?” Olivia turned round. “Ben, don’t you think he’s gorgeous?”

“I suppose. The ginger ones were really fun, but he looks friendly, too,” Ben said.

“Let’s get him out so you can give him a stroke,” Debbie suggested.

“Oh, yes please…” Olivia gazed through the wire at the kitten. He was scrabbling at it now, looking as though he liked the idea too. Debbie opened the front of the pen, and laughed as he scampered out before she could catch him.

The kitten skidded to a stop in front of Olivia’s feet, and glanced up, suddenly shy. He looked at Olivia sideways, obviously wondering who she was and if she was friendly.

Olivia stretched out her fingers to him, and he sniffed them, and then rubbed the side of his face up and down her hand. “Ahhh. Do you think I could pick him up?” she asked Debbie.

“Give it a try. Don’t worry if he wriggles away, he’ll probably be a bit excited.”

But the kitten snuggled happily against Olivia’s school jumper, and purred. This was just what he wanted. So much better than being all alone in the pen, and the girl smelled nice.

Olivia stroked him gently behind the ears. His fur was soft and velvety, and he nuzzled a tiny, cold pink nose into her neck, making her giggle. “Oh, listen to him purring! He feels like a little lawn mower!”

The kitten closed his eyes happily, and kneaded his paws into Olivia’s shoulder.

Debbie smiled. “He’s definitely taken to you.”

Olivia’s eyes glowed as she looked up at her parents, kitten paws tangled in her jumper. “Please can we have him?”

“But what about the ginger ones?” Ben grumbled, but then he stroked the top of the kitten’s head. “I guess he is quite cute,” he admitted.

Dad nodded, smiling. “So what are we going to call him then?”

In the end, the name was obvious. Smudge just fitted. Olivia’s mum suggested Alfie, and Ben wanted to call him after his favourite footballer, but Smudge just looked like Smudge.

He fitted into the house too. Debbie had said that he was already house-trained. She’d also explained that Smudge had had all his vaccinations, and was safe to go outside, but it would be better not to let him out on his own for the first couple of weeks, while he got used to his new home. Dad was glad about that, as it gave him a bit longer to fit the cat flap.

On his first night, Olivia had left Smudge curled up in his new basket. She’d lined up all his toys next to him, and given him one of her old toy cats in case he was lonely. Then she’d refilled his water bowl, and given him a prawn-flavour cat treat as a bedtime snack.

“Olivia, it’s way past your bedtime!” Mum put an arm round her shoulders. “He’ll be fine. He’s used to the Rescue Centre. I’m sure our kitchen’s much nicer than that pen he was in.”

Olivia nodded. “Yes, but he doesn’t know our house yet, and he doesn’t understand what’s happening. What if he thinks we’re never coming back?”

“Come on. You’re not sleeping in the kitchen with him, Livvy.”

Olivia sighed and looked back sadly as Mum shooed her out. The light from the hallway gleamed in the kitten’s huge eyes. He looked sad too.

Upstairs, Olivia got ready for bed. But she couldn’t stop thinking about Smudge, alone in the dark kitchen. Perhaps she should just go and check on him?

Ben was lying on his bed reading, and he glanced up as Olivia went past. “Mum’ll hear if you sneak downstairs, Olivia. She always catches me.”

Olivia leaned round his bedroom door. “How did you know what I was doing?” she hissed. “I might just have been going to the loo!”

Ben shrugged. “I could tell by the way you were looking at the stairs.” He frowned. “Hey, is that Smudge making that noise?”

From downstairs came a faint but pitiful wailing, along with a scratching sound. The noise of kitten claws scrabbling at a kitchen door.

Olivia hung over the banisters, listening to the sad little howls.

Eventually Mum came out of the living room, frowning. “I hope he’s all right,” she said over her shoulder to Dad. “Oh, Olivia. Is he keeping you awake?”

“Can’t we let him come upstairs?” Olivia pleaded. “He sounds so lonely.”

Mum sighed and glanced at Dad.

Dad shrugged. “Well, he is house-trained.”

“Thank you!” Olivia smiled with delight, and ran down the stairs to open the kitchen door.

Smudge shot out, and she gathered him into her arms, cuddling him against her pyjamas. “Don’t worry, Smudge,” she whispered. “I’ll look after you.” She carried him upstairs, and put him down gently on her bed.

Smudge looked around interestedly, and padded up and down Olivia’s duvet, inspecting it carefully. Olivia tried not to laugh. He looked so serious. Then he marched over to her pillow, curled himself up in the hollow between the pillow and the duvet, and went to sleep.