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Then she looked over at the cat bed and stood up slowly. Her stomach looked a lot rounder than it had ten minutes before and she rolled a little from side to side as she stomped across the pen. The two tabby kittens gave the empty dish a last clean and then followed her, clambering into the squashy cat bed and slumping down together before falling asleep in seconds.

“Maybe it won’t be so difficult to rehome her,” Maria said, smiling. “She’s so sweet – they all are – but the blue eyes make her a bit special. And it isn’t all that hard to have an indoor cat. We just need to find the right person.” Then she looked thoughtful. “Actually, I might have an idea…”

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“Hang on a minute, Abi, that’s my phone ringing.” Mum put down Abi’s homework book and ferreted under Ruby’s pile of drawings for her mobile.

Abi went back to frowning at her literacy task and chewing her pencil, but after a moment or two she looked up and started to listen carefully to Mum’s end of the phone call.

“Oh yes, we’d definitely be interested. Yes, I do see that it’s harder if she can’t go out and I’ll have to talk it over with my husband, but we’d love to have a look.”

“I drew a cat!” Ruby announced, holding up her picture to show Abi.

“Nice! Shh a minute, Ruby, I want to hear what Mum’s saying.”

“Yes, I think we could come tomorrow. Is about half past four OK? I’m a teacher, you see. I can’t usually get back from school before then.”

Chris wandered into the kitchen and opened the fridge to get the ingredients for dinner.“Who’s your mum talking to?” he whispered to Abi as he pulled out a bag of vegetables.

“I don’t know! But we’re going somewhere. And … and it sounds like it might be about a cat…” Abi grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight, staring at Mum hopefully as she ended the call.

“You guessed who that was then,” she said, looking happily at Abi. “I can tell from your face!”

“Was it the shelter?” Abi gasped. “Have they changed their mind? Can we have a cat?”

“Yes! Well, maybe. Me and Chris need to talk about it first.” She glanced at him. “They’ve got a kitten – a lovely little white one. But she’s deaf, completely deaf, they think. She’d need to live indoors because she’d never be safe anywhere near a road. So … that was them ringingto ask if we’d like to have an indoor kitten.”

“An indoor kitten!” Abi breathed. “A white kitten? To be ours?”

“A kitten!” Ruby bounced up and down on her chair and banged a handful of pencils on the table. “A kitten!”

Chris laughed.“At least it wouldn’t matter that Ruby’s noisy, I suppose. I don’t know – how do you keep a cat indoors? I’ve never even thought about it.”

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“They said they’d make sure we know everything we’d need to, but we have to understand it’s a big commitment,” Mum said, looking seriously at Abi and Ruby. “I suppose we’d have to be really careful about opening the doors.”

“And keeping the windows closed,” Abi suggested.

“Yes…” Chris put the pan on the hob and reached for the oil. “We could do that, though, couldn’t we?”

“Let’s see what they say.” Mum glanced at Abi. “Try not to get too excited, darling. It sounds wonderful, but we need to know if we can look after an indoor kitten before we say yes.”

“We can go and see her though? And find out?” Abi looked hopefully from her mum to Chris and back again, and they nodded. Her mum was smiling.

They might really be able to have a kitten, after all…

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Maria led the way along a corridor lined with cat pens. Abi hadn’t thought there would be so many. They were almost all full too. Cats and kittens were lounging in baskets or standing by the wire doors looking back at her.

“Here we are,” Maria said, smiling at Abi and Ruby, who was hanging on to Mum’s hand and dancing up and down. “This is the white kitten we’d like you to meet.”

Abi looked through the door of the pen. There were three kittens in there. Two were tabbies who were rolling around on the floor playing with a toy mouse with a long string tail. The third was a white kitten who was lying in the basket and watching the others. She looked very grand compared to the scrapping tabbies, almost regal, Abi thought.

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“She’s beautiful,” Mum said, sounding a bit surprised.

“Isn’t she?” Maria agreed. “And she’s very friendly. We’ve only had them for a couple of days, but she’s settled in really well. She loves being stroked.” She looked at Abi’s mum and Chris hopefully. “So if it’s OK with you, I’ll bring her to one of our meeting rooms and we can have a chat about how to take care of a deaf cat.”

“That would be great,” Chris said. “We’d really like to know more about what we’d need to do. I’ve been thinking about it ever since you phoned, and so have the girls. If we can look after an indoor cat, it wouldn’t matter that we live on such a busy road.”

“Exactly.” Maria nodded. “Another thing that made us think of you was your registration form. We saw that Chris works from home. Indoor cats need to have someone around for company, you see.”