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“Well, what are we going to do now?” Gran wondered. “How on earth are we going to get him out? He’s too frightened to let anyone pick him up – you might just about be able to do it, but those builders can’t let you go on to the site, even if they want to. If you hurt yourself, they could be in real trouble. I suppose we’re just going to have to call the rescue centre and get them to do it.”

Rosie nodded.“I hadn’t thought of the rescue centre people coming back. They’d probably have to use a net or a cage or something, wouldn’t they?” She shuddered. “I suppose it’s better than staying where he is, it’s really dangerous here. But he’ll be terrified and he might run away from them again… Oh, Gran, there’s got to be a better way!” She sat down on the grassy verge, thinking hard. “Well, I can’t go in, so he’s got to come out, hasn’t he? But I just don’t see how – this fence is like a prison, even for a cat.”

Gran sighed.“I’ve a feeling we’re going to be here for a while, aren’t we?” She patted Rosie on the shoulder. “You stay here and watch for him, I’ll nip home and make us some sandwiches. I won’t be long.” Rosie looked up suddenly. “Don’t worry, Rosie, I’ll bring some more ham for Gingeras well. But if we do catch that kitten, he’s going to have to learn to like something other than the best ham…”

Rosie watched her walk slowly off down the lane. She was so lucky having Gran. For a start, if Gran didn’t have her after school, she’d never even have met Ginger. But mostly because Gran was never in a rush. She didn’t mind spending an hour sitting outside a building site, watching for a kitten. That was pretty special.

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Rosie turned back to the fence and stared at it hopelessly. If only she could climb over it! The builders were starting to leave now. Once they’d gone, no one would see… But the fence was so high, and Gran would be really upset with her. She’d trusted Rosie to be sensible, leaving her here. Rosie couldn’t let her down.

Rosie shook the fence, making it rattle. It was even taller than the one at school, round the playing field. Then she stopped, and stared at the fence thoughtfully. The one at school had holes in, where people had leaned on it over the years, and one place where some of the boys in the year above had decided to dig a tunnel underneath while they were bored in lunch break. She couldn’t getover the fence, but maybe she could getunder it. Or at least the kitten could…

She crouched down again and peered at the base of the fence. It ran along the ground, and it was held tightly between posts, so there were no gaps– yet. Rosie started to hunt for a likely place. Oh! Yes, here, a couple of posts along… Something had already done half the job for her. Maybe that fox they’d seen before. Whatever it was had scrabbled a hole a few centimetres deep under the fence before it gave up.

Rosie lifted the fence carefully. She was pretty sure that Ginger could fit under there, but she’d better dig it out a bit more, just to be certain. Rosie found a big stone and started to scrape the earth away as fast as she could, looking up every so often to check for Ginger.

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The farm was quiet. Ginger’s ears and whiskers stopped their panicky twitching at last, and he poked his nose out from under the black tarpaulin where he’d dashed after that huge bang.

No noise of diggers, no rumbling wheels, no men shouting. They had gone. It should be safe now. He slid out, still listening carefully. There was an odd scritch-scratching noise coming from across the yard. It wasn’t the men. Was it that fox who’d been stealing from his bins? He’d seen it again the other night.

There was no smell now, so it couldn’t be a fox. He padded slowly out into the yard, following the noise. It sounded like something was digging under the fence, maybe itwas that fox. The fur rose up on Ginger’s back. The sooner he got out of here, the better. He crept round the back of the tractor, and darted a quick look over at the fence.

It was her! The girl! She was still there! The noise hadn’t scared her away. And she was digging under the fence. Was she trying to come in?

Ginger gave a hopeful mew, and crept across the yard towards her, glancing round occasionally, just in case.

Rosie dropped the stone.“Ginger!” She sat up on her heels eagerly, catching hold of the fence to look through the wire, and Ginger paused, scared by the sudden movement. “Oh, I’m sorry…” She edged back on her knees, leaving a little space between herself and the fence. “I didn’t mean to scare you, Ginger. I was just so glad to see you! Look!” Rosie dug the last tiny handful of fishy cat treats out of the packet that she’d been keeping in her school bag, and scattered them for Ginger – on her side of the fence.

“Come on, Ginger… Please…”