Холли Вебб - Smudge Тhe Stolen Kitten

He dragged the cooker out from the wall, and Smudge darted out and ran to Olivia. He was trembling, and covered in dust balls – he looked even furrier than usual.

Mum shook her head. “I don’t think Smudge needs the boys to get him into trouble, Olivia. He can manage it perfectly well on his own!”

Chapter Four

After school on Friday, Olivia ran into the house ahead of Rob and Ben, looking for Smudge.

The little grey kitten slipped round the living-room door, mewing excitedly, and purred as she picked him up. Olivia stroked him lovingly, and then took a step back as Rob came over to her. She was used to Rob racing around the playground with Ben, chasing people and getting into trouble. She wasn’t sure he knew how to be careful with a kitten.

“Hey! He’s really cute!”

Olivia nodded slowly.

“Can I stroke him? Will he mind?” Even Rob’s voice was gentler than usual.

“Um, OK…” Olivia looked on anxiously, but Rob tickled Smudge behind the ears – his favourite place, and Smudge purred and wriggled so that Olivia had to hand him over, letting him fasten his claws in Rob’s school sweater.

“He likes you!” Ben commented. “Come on, bring him up to my room.” He grabbed Smudge’s favourite jingly ball and a squeaky mouse.

“But…” Olivia watched as the boys thundered up the stairs, taking Smudge with them. She started to run after them, but Mum called her back. “Leave them on their own, Olivia.”

“But they’ve taken Smudge up there. What are they going to do with him?”

Mum laughed. “Just play with him, like you do! Rob seems to really like him. Come on, Livvy. Come and make some chocolate-chip cookies with me, we can have them after tea.”

Olivia sighed. She supposed Mum was right. Maybe she was just feeling jealous because Smudge seemed to like Rob.

They were in the middle of cutting out the biscuits, when Ben and Rob and Smudge came down to watch TV. Olivia looked at Smudge carefully, but he seemed to be all right. The boys hadn’t trimmed his whiskers, or painted him blue, or done any of the other stupid things she’d been imagining.

A little later, Ben came into the kitchen. “Are the cookies ready yet? They smell fantastic.”

“The first trayful are nearly done, but they’re for after tea, Ben! We’re having fish fingers. And I can see you stealing the chocolate!” Mum waved a spoon at him, as Ben popped a handful of choc drops into his mouth, grinning.

“Where’s Smudge?” Olivia asked anxiously.

“Sitting on the sofa with Rob – calm down, Olivia! He’s fine. Rob thinks he’s great.”

Olivia stared out of the kitchen door, hoping Smudge might come in to see her. But he stayed with Rob.

Smudge yawned, and stretched out his paws. Rob was stroking him very nicely, but he wanted to go and see what Olivia was doing. He hadn’t seen her all day, and he wanted her to play with him. And he was hungry. There were food smells coming from the kitchen, good fishy smells, he thought. He stood up sleepily, getting ready to jump off Rob’s lap.

Rob looked down. “Where are you going, Smudge?” He tickled him under the chin and Smudge purred. Maybe he wouldn’t go just yet.

“Ben’s so lucky,” Rob murmured gently. “I wish I had a kitten like you.” He sighed, and picked up his school bag from the floor, rooting around in it.

Smudge peered over, and stuck his nose in. It smelled good.

Rob laughed. “I’m just looking for my Polos, but I don’t think they’re good for cats. Oh, I bet I know what you can smell. My leftover ham sandwich.” He laughed again as Smudge stuck his whole head in the bag. “Where are you going?”

Smudge could smell the delicious ham at the bottom of the bag, and he wriggled all the way in.

“Hey, Ben’s going to think I’m taking you home.” Rob grinned. But then his smile faded a little. Smudge popped his head out of the bag, licking round his jaws hopefully. “There isn’t any more, Smudge, sorry.”

The little kitten yawned widely, and ducked back into the bag, curling up at the bottom and closing his eyes.

Rob shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re asleep in my school bag.” He stared at Smudge thoughtfully and sighed. “I really could take you home…”

“Mrs Williams…”

“Oh, hello, Rob. Do you want to help with the cookies?”

Rob was standing by the kitchen door, looking shifty. “Um. No. I have to go home. Um, I feel sick.”

“Oh dear!” Olivia’s mum put down the tray of biscuits, and hurried over to him.

Ben and Olivia stared at Rob in surprise. “You don’t look ill,” Ben said.

“Has it just suddenly come over you?” Olivia’s mum asked. “Are you hot?”

Rob backed away from her, and nodded. “Yes. And I feel really sick. Please can I ring my mum?”

“Of course.” She handed him the phone. “You poor thing.”

Rob took the phone out into the hallway, and they could hear him explaining urgently to his mum.

“He does sound very upset, poor Rob,” Olivia’s mum said anxiously.

“He was fine ten minutes ago,” Ben muttered.

Olivia frowned. “I bet he’s broken something. And he doesn’t want to get into trouble. Did he mess anything up in your room?”

“Don’t be silly, Olivia. The boys have just been watching TV. How could he have broken anything?” Mum glared at her crossly. “You mustn’t be mean.”

“She’s coming.” Rob stood at the kitchen door, holding out the phone to Olivia’s mum.

Rob’s mum arrived a few minutes later, and Olivia’s mum chatted to her, while Rob lurked impatiently by the door. “I’m really sorry. I don’t think it’s anything he’s eaten – we hadn’t even had tea.”

Rob’s mum shook her head. “It’s probably just something going round – I only hope he hasn’t given it to Ben and Olivia. At least he’s got the weekend to recover. Anyway, I’d better get him home. Thank you for having him!”

Rob darted into the living room and came out carrying his school bag. He was holding it against his tummy, hunching over, and his mum looked at him worriedly. “Oh dear, you do look as though you might be sick. Come on, let’s get you home.” She led him down the path to the car.

Mum closed the door and hurried into the kitchen. “I’d forgotten about the fish fingers with all of that going on; I’m afraid they might be a bit crispy…”

“Can Smudge have one of Rob’s ones?” Olivia asked. “I bet he’d love a fish finger.” Then she jumped up suddenly. “Where is Smudge?” she asked, her voice a little panicky. “I haven’t seen him in ages. Rob was cuddling him in the living room.”

“Perhaps Rob shut the living-room door?” Mum suggested, as she served up tea. “He’s probably stuck in there.”

But the living-room door was open and there was no Smudge on the sofa, or hiding behind it to leap out at Olivia as she searched around. She darted upstairs to look in her room.