The Kitten Hunt
“I whizzed round so fast my head nearly flew off.
There on the garden bench beside me, washing his paws slowly and carefully large as life and twice as kitten-like, was Kaboodle.
‘Ka-ka-ka.’ I stammered. No other noise would come out. I was sure all the blood had drained right out of me.
‘Is that all you’re going to say? I thought you might be pleased to see me You two were making enough fuss a moment ago when you thought I’d disappeared for good.’ ‘Ka-ka-ka . . .’ I was having serio...us problems with my voice box. I stared at the kitten wildly. Was he really talking? I couldn’t see his lips moving.
His whiskers twitched as if in amusement and his primrose-yellow eyes twinkled.
‘Ye-es,’ he said, talking to me as if I was a certifiable fruit-and-nutcase, instead of a very shocked and on-the-verge-of-a-nervo us-breakdown eleven-year-old girl. ‘I – am – Ka – boodle.MoreLess
There on the garden bench beside me, washing his paws slowly and carefully large as life and twice as kitten-like, was Kaboodle.
‘Ka-ka-ka.’ I stammered. No other noise would come out. I was sure all the blood had drained right out of me.
‘Is that all you’re going to say? I thought you might be pleased to see me You two were making enough fuss a moment ago when you thought I’d disappeared for good.’ ‘Ka-ka-ka . . .’ I was having serio...us problems with my voice box. I stared at the kitten wildly. Was he really talking? I couldn’t see his lips moving.
His whiskers twitched as if in amusement and his primrose-yellow eyes twinkled.
‘Ye-es,’ he said, talking to me as if I was a certifiable fruit-and-nutcase, instead of a very shocked and on-the-verge-of-a-nervo us-breakdown eleven-year-old girl. ‘I – am – Ka – boodle.MoreLess
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