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Lucy’s dad had picked up Sky from the breeder early that morning. Sky had only left home before to go to the vets, and she’d always returned to her familiar room, and the big basket she shared with her mum and her brothers and sisters. Today she’d had to stay in the dark box on her own for ages, and she was so lonely. She wished she could go home, and snuggle up and let her mum lick her fur to make her feel better.

Where was she? It didn’t smell like the vets, and it certainly wasn’t home. She couldn’t hear any other cats, either. She had started to cry for her home and her mum, and then someone had opened the box.

Sky shrank back into the corner of the box and peered up at the girl, feeling scared. Who was this? It wasn’t one of the people she had met before. But then the girl, Lucy, had picked her up, and Sky had relaxed a little. She could see the delight in the girl’s eyes, hear it in her quickened breathing, and feel it in the thud of her heart as the girl held her close. She had nestled snugly up againsther, purring gratefully. She liked this person. The girl had stroked her, and nuzzled her ears, and rubbed her lovingly under her chin. But then suddenly she had taken her firmly round the middle, and put her back into that dark box.

Sky didn’t understand. She hadfelt how happy the girl was to hold her. Lucy had been full of love, she knew it. So why had she suddenly changed her mind? The soft, cuddly person had turned stiff and cross, and Sky didn’t know why.

Now she was sitting in a large, comfortable basket in the corner of the kitchen, with a bowl of kitten food and another bowl of water. There was a litter tray close by. She had everything she needed. But no one was with her, and she was so lonely. What had she done wrong? When Lucy had ran out, the boy had cuddled her briefly, then everyone had disappeared, and the kitchen was empty.

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Sky was not used to being on her own. Until early this morning, she had lived in a house that was full of cats– her mum, and all her mum’s sisters and their kittens, and her own sisters and brothers. There was a whole room full of boxes and big scratching posts and toys. Sky had spent most of her time with her mum, snuggling up in their basket, but she enjoyed being petted and stroked by people as well.

She wouldn’t have minded leaving her home so much if Lucy had stayed cuddling her, but now she was alone she felt desperate to go back. She howled her loud, piercing Siamese howl, crying for someone to come and love her.

Upstairs in her room, Lucy could hear Sky. The kitten’s sad, lonely wails made her want to cry, too. She knew exactly how Sky felt – taken away from her lovely home, and brought somewhere she didn’t belong. She wished she could go and comfort her, but she just couldn’t do it.

Lucy could hear her parents coming up the stairs, talking in low, worried voices, and she knew she had to explain how she was feeling. The trouble was she wasn’t sure shecould. Maybe it would be easier just to say she’d changed her mind about wanting a cat?

Her parents came in, and sat next to her on her bed. Her mum put an arm round her, but Lucy sat stiff and tense.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want a kitten,” she said tiredly when Dad asked what was wrong.

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Her parents exchanged confused glances.“But Lucy, you’ve begged for one for years!” Mum protested. “Every Christmas and birthday, a kitten’s been top of your list. Now we’ve finally moved to a house big enough to have a cat, and on a nice quiet road, and you’ve changed your mind!”

“Yes, I’ve changed my mind,” Lucy echoed.

“We thought you’d love a kitten,” Dad said, shaking his head. “I just don’t understand. All that time you used to spend playing with Nutmeg and Ginger next door. Mrs Jones used to joke that they were more your cats than hers.”

Lucy’s eyes filled with tears again at the thought of Nutmeg and Ginger. She missed them so much.

There was another mournful cry from downstairs.“That poor kitten,” Mum said. “She doesn’t know what’s going on. We’d better go down so she isn’t all on her own. Lucy, I know you’re missing our old home, but we thought Sky would cheer you up. She really needs someone to look after her.”

Lucy didn’t answer, and kept her eyes fixed firmly on the floor. She knew that! She was desperate to go and cuddle Sky, and tell her everything would be all right. But things weren’t all right, and it was no use pretending.

Lucy glanced up as her parents shut the door. As soon as she was sure that they were both at least halfway down the stairs, she buried her head in her pillow and cried and cried. A kitten! At last! And she couldn’t keep her!

Eventually, Lucy dragged herself up from her bed. She wanted someone to talk to– she wanted Ellie! Lucy took out a pen and her favourite cat writing paper from one of the boxes, and started to write to her about everything.

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