Холли Вебб - The Rescued Kitten

“She might have moved the kittens by the time they get here,” Edie pointed out, and her dad nodded.

“Yes, so let’s hope we can tempt her in now.”

But the black cat stayed stubbornly away from the sausages. Edie was sure that she could see her pacing back and forth in the shadows behind all the junk but she wouldn’t come out. She didn’t appear when her dad added cheese to the trail of bait either.

“This is not looking good,” he said, after about half an hour of waiting. The kittens were all mewing miserably now and they sounded really hungry. He looked around, frowning. “I wonder if it’s worth putting the cage round the back of the shed instead? There’s a pretty big hole in the wall there. We could put the cage up against it. Maybe she’d go for the food if she couldn’t see us?”

He picked up the cage and the girls followed him round to the back of the shed. The wooden wall had several rotten pieces crumbling away and there was a hole that looked a perfect cat-door size. Edie’s dad put the cage close to the hole, and stood flat against the wall, ready to swing the door shut.

“Dad, I’ve just thought of something!” Edie whispered urgently. “Layla’s got a video of Barbie on her phone and Barbie’s mewing really loudly in it. If we played it, do you think the mum might come? Would she know it was Barbie? She’d come and see, wouldn’t she?”

“She might…” her dad said slowly. “It’s worth a try, anyway.”

Layla pulled out her phone and crouched against the wall on the other side of the cage. She started the video, turned the sound right up and held the phone just by the side of the hole. Barbie’s squeaky mew echoed around them and Edie looked hopefully at the hole. Surely her mother wouldn’t be able to resist?

After a moment, there was a rustling on the other side of the wall. Edie made frantic faces at her dad, pointing to the hole, and he nodded back. Layla set the video to play again, and black whiskers appeared at the hole, followed by a black nose and then the rest of the cat, her ears twitching cautiously. She looked around for her kitten, and then sniffed the sausages and cheese, the first piece just inside the open cage.

Edie and Layla stood frozen against the wall of the shed as the cat stepped forward. She obviously couldn’t resist the food right in front of her and she gobbled down the first sausage in seconds. Then she walked right into the cage to eat the rest of them – and Edie’s dad swung the cage door shut.

“Look at you, you’re so clever,” Edie murmured, as Barbie sat up on her bottom and waved her front paws at the feathery toy. Edie had spotted it in the supermarket while she was out shopping with her mum the day before, and it was Barbie’s new favourite thing. It was like a mini feather duster, a bendy wand topped with lime green feathers and tinselly bits, and the little kitten loved the way it bounced. She danced about all over the kitchen chasing it.

“And you’re getting so big… I don’t know how you can be so different in just a week. I wonder how your brother and sisters are doing?” Edie said, flicking up the feathers and giggling as Barbie sprang into the air. She was learning to do the most amazing standing leaps – she could jump twice her own height when she really tried. “Do you think your sisters are being naughty torties, like Dad said? Layla thought they were gorgeous, but they’re nowhere near as cute as you. Dad said the lady at the shelter thought they’d all be adopted easily, though. She said they’d do lots of work to socialize them, so they made good friendly pets.”

The kittens’ mum wouldn’t ever be gentle enough to become a pet, though, which Edie thought was really sad. The shelter had said they would wait until the kittens were fully weaned and rehomed, which would be another couple of weeks, when they were about eight weeks old. Then they’d neuter their mum so she couldn’t have any more kittens and release her back near where Edie and Layla had found her. Edie didn’t like the idea of the black cat living outdoors again, in the cold and the rain, but Mum and Dad had said it was probably what she’d be happiest doing.

“Do you miss them?” Edie whispered, as Barbie gave a massive yawn, which showed a lot of her bright pink tongue. “Do you even remember them?”

Barbie sniffed at the green feathers, which Edie was dancing in front of her nose again, and batted at them with one paw. She wasn’t really trying. She’d been jumping and chasing for ages and now she was tired. She gave another huge yawn and padded over to Edie, climbing up her jeans and scrambling into her lap. She slumped down and then stood up again, marching round in a circle on Edie’s tunic top until she had it just right. Then she curled herself into a little ginger ball, with one paw over her eyes and went to sleep.

“Guess what! Guess, you have to guess!” Layla was hopping up and down on the front doorstep, hardly able to get the words out, she was so excited.

“What? Oooh, catch her! Sneaky puss!” Edie and Layla both lunged for Barbie, who’d crept up behind Edie and was making a dash for the front door. Layla grabbed her and snuggled her up against her fleece.

“Well done,” said Edie. “She’s desperate to go outside but Mum and Dad say she can’t until she’s had all her vaccinations and she’s been neutered. And that won’t be for ages. She’s got to be almost four months old before they do it.”

Layla beamed back at her. “No problem. I need the practice,” she said happily, glancing meaningfully between Edie and Barbie, who was now trying to climb up her fleece.

“Practice? Hey, come in before she disappears down the back of you and makes another run for it.” Edie beckoned Layla inside and shut the door, and Barbie sprang down from Layla’s arms and marched away in a kitten huff, tail whipping from side to side. Edie giggled. “I don’t think she’s talking to us now. Anyway, what are you so excited about?”

“I persuaded them! Actually, I think it was mostly Barbie. Remember when my mum and dad came over to have coffee with yours the other day and Barbie was playing, and then she spent all that time sitting on my dad’s lap?”

“He did look pretty happy about it,” Edie observed.

“He’s never had a cat, he’s always said he wasn’t a cat person. But they know all about Barbie’s sisters – I showed them the photos I took on my phone that day we found them, and so…”

“You’re going to adopt one of the naughty torties?” Edie threw her arms round Layla. “That’s amazing! Barbie’s going to have her sister living next door!”

“We went to see them at the shelter yesterday afternoon and we’re picking her up the weekend after next! They have to come and do a home visit first, and the kittens have to be eight weeks old to leave their mum.”

“Which one? The one with more ginger, or the darker one?”

“This one.” Layla showed Edie a photo on her phone – Layla holding a gorgeous tortoiseshell kitten against her shoulder. They were nose to nose and Edie thought she’d never seen her friend look so happy. “She’s the dark one, but she’s got a big ginger streak down her nose. And her whiskers are white on one side and black on the other!” She smiled blissfully. “Sorry, Edie, but I think she’s even cuter than Barbie.”

Edie grinned. “That’s OK. But don’t you listen to her, Barbie! She thinks your sister’s more gorgeous than you are!” she added to her kitten, who’d forgotten to be cross and was marching back down the hall towards them, dragging a huge catnip-stuffed fish in her mouth. It was nearly as big as she was and she kept tripping over it. Eventually she just gave up and lay down on her side, hugging the fish and kicking at it with her hind paws.