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Edie’s dad was standing at their front door and he waved. “I’m glad you’re back – it looks like it’s going to pour down, the kitchen went so dark!”

“How’s Barbie?” Edie asked, panting a little.

“Hello, Dad, did you have a nice day, Dad…” Edie’s dad rolled his eyes. “Barbie’s fine. She’s started to eat the kitten food. And she got a lot of fussing from Sammi and Jo at the surgery.”

Edie smiled. The two receptionists were both big cat fans, she wasn’t surprised they’d loved Barbie.

Barbie was in her box on the kitchen table, where Dad had been starting to make the dinner. She was awake and standing up, although she looked a bit wobbly.

“Hello, beautiful,” Edie whispered, putting her hand into the box. She didn’t want to scare the tiny cat by suddenly stroking her.

Barbie looked up at the hand that had appeared in her box and stomped forwards, marching shakily across the folded towel, her tiny paws catching on the fabric. When she got to Edie’s hand, she butted at it hard with the side of her head and mewed.

Layla started laughing and pulled her phone out of her backpack.“I promised I’d take a video of her,” she explained. “My little sister loves cats. And my mum said Barbie sounded cute.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m still working on my dad. But I don’t think even he could resist you,” she added to Barbie.

Barbie rubbed her tiny face against Edie’s hands and purred. It seemed far too loud a noise for such a tiny kitten to make.

Edie’s dad sighed. “Typical. I’ve been looking after her all day, and she didn’t do any of that to me! She’s obviously decided you’re her person.”

Edie looked at him sideways.“Dad … now she’s better, can we keep her? You and Mum didn’t really say for definite the other day…”

“She’s keeping us. Look at her. Yes, Edie, don’t worry, she’s staying.”

Barbie nudged lovingly at the girl, rubbing up against her hand and scenting her properly. Now everyone would know that Edie was hers.

Then she gave a surprised little squeak as she was gently lifted out of the box and Edie snuggled her up against the cardigan she was wearing. Barbie sniffed at it curiously and stuck her tiny claws into the fabric, pulling herself up like a mountain climber. It was hard work but she climbed all the way to Edie’s shoulder and batted a paw at Edie’s plait, which was swinging temptingly next to her. It was so close – she could reach it if she stretched out, just a little. Barbie leaned over a bit further and her paws slid on the cardigan. She could feel herself slipping down and she scrabbled frantically for a second, and mewed.

Edie’s hand closed round her tummy, scooping her up again and setting her gently back in her safe box. The kitten yawned and slumped down, her front paws splayed out against the soft towel. She wriggled a little and breathed out a tiny, squeaky snore.

“Look, there’s a rainbow!” Layla pointed out of the kitchen window. “It’s really sunny and beautiful outside now.”

Edie came to stand beside her.“Amazing! Hey, do you want to come out searching for Barbie’s family again? I can’t help worrying about them – I mean, if there are other kittens and the mum had to abandon them, too… They could be out there on their own.”

“Because she couldn’t feed them? Would she do that?” asked Layla.

Edie sighed.“I don’t know. We still don’t know what happened to Barbie. I just hate thinking of kittens being hungry and cold.”

“Yeah…” Layla nodded. “Let’s try again.”

“Maybe we should look in other places – all round the field and in that little copse nearby.”

“That’s a long way from where we found Barbie,” Layla said doubtfully.

“I know but you just saw her climb up my cardigan and she’s only five weeks old! Mother cats do amazing stuff to look after their kittens. She might have carried them for miles. She’d have had to keep putting them down and leaving them – she can only carry one in her mouth at a time – so it would have taken ages but they can do it.”

“Mmm. Maybe…” Layla nodded. “OK. Should we tell your dad?”

Edie nodded and went to find him in the little office space under the stairs.“Dad, me and Layla are going to look for Barbie’s mum.”

He looked round.“OK… But if you find her, don’t touch her, will you? Feral cats can be fierce, especially if they’re protecting their kittens. Where are you going to look?”

“Round the edges of the field and in the copse?”

Edie’s dad checked his watch. “OK, but I want you back by five thirty – so you’ve got just over an hour. And don’t go on the road.”

“We won’t!” Edie hurried out before her dad could change his mind. She was allowed to go off exploring with Layla and her other friends, but she had a feeling Dad didn’t really like it. He worried too much.

“We could start by checking the hedges all round this field,” she suggested to Layla. They were standing in a corner of it. “She might just have made a nest in the bushes.”