The Kidnapped Kitten

Milly came out from under the slide a little more. The boy knew her name! She nuzzled his fingers, and he giggled.

“Me too! Me too!” the littler one squeaked, so she rubbed her head against his jeans.

The boys’ mother hurried back over. “Good boys… I’m just ringing her owners now…” she said, crouching down beside them. She smiled at Milly as she keyed in the number. “I bet you want to go home, don’t you?”

“Tia, love, wake up.”

Tia blinked and rubbed at her sticky eyes. They were sore, and she couldn’t remember why. And then all at once she did remember and she gave a horrified little gasp.

Mum was standing at the bottom of the bunkbed ladder with Christy next to her. “Tia, why don’t you get up and have a shower and get changed? You fell asleep in your clothes last night!”

Tia peered over the edge of her bed. “Milly could be anywhere, Mum. That man isn’t telling the police anything, PC Ryan said so. He just says he’s looking after the cats for a friend. He must have sold her. We’re never going to get Milly back.”

“Listen, Dad and I think PC Ryan’s right. The man was showing someone a kitten just like Milly yesterday morning. You know how sneaky Milly can be! She ran away from him, I’m sure she did. The police have arrested the man, so they’ll be able to ask him more questions. Dad’s gone to put more posters up around Emwell Road. Do you want to go out looking again after breakfast? Shall we see if Lucy wants to come and help too?”

Tia sniffed and nodded, and Mum reached up awkwardly to hug her round the ladder. “Oh, that’s my phone. Maybe it’s Dad.” She dug it out of her pocket. “Hello?” She listened for a moment and then she gasped, shaking Tia’s shoulder. “Someone’s found her! She must have escaped! She’s not even that far away.” Mum held the phone back to her ear. “In the park between here and school. Oh, thank you so much, we’ll be there in a few minutes. Tia, come back!”

But Tia had already jumped down the ladder, and Christy was racing after her.

Milly had stopped listening to the little boys as they told her how nice she was and what soft fur she had. She could hear something. A voice…

It was Christy! “Tia, wait for me!”

“Come on, Christy! This is where Milly is, they said on the phone.”

Milly jumped right over the little boy’s knees and raced for the park gate.

“She’s there! Look!” Christy squealed.

“Milly!” Tia crouched down and the kitten bounded up to her, purring delightedly. “Oh, we were so worried!” She stood up, cradling Milly in her arms like a baby.

“Thank you for phoning us!” Tia said shyly to the woman with the two little boys.

The woman smiled. “I’m just glad we saw her. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

Tia smiled back. “She’s the most beautiful kitten ever.”

Christy danced round her sister. “We found you! Mum, look, here’s Milly!”

“She’s fine!” Tia called, as she turned to see Mum hurrying towards them.

“Better than fine,” her mum said, gently tickling Milly under the chin. “You little darling, did you run away from that man, hmmm?”

“The most beautiful kitten ever and the cleverest!” Tia sighed happily. It felt like she could breathe properly for the first time since Milly had disappeared. There had been a horrible lump of fear stuck in her throat all that time. “We got you back,” she whispered, rubbing her cheek over the top of the kitten’s head, and Milly purred so hard she shook all over.

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Text copyright © Holly Webb, 2014

Illustrations copyright © Sophy Williams, 2014

Author photograph copyright © Nigel Bird

My Naughty Little Puppy illustration copyright © Kate Pankhurst

First published as an ebook by Stripes Publishing in 2014.

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