by Holly Webb
For Tom
For more information about Holly Webb visit: www.holly-webb.com
CONTENTS
Title Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
About the Author
Other titles by Holly Webb
Copyright
Chapter One
Fluff the kitten was lying in her basket on her back, showing off her furry tummy and snoring a little. She wasn’t deeply asleep, just dozing, with her paws tucked under her chin. Her little body only took up one corner of the basket. Fluff was getting bigger, just not very fast. The basket was in a patch of winter sunshine, and it was deliciously cosy. She was planning to spend as much of the afternoon as possible like this. She needed to keep her energy up, after all, for when Ella got home from school and wanted to play.
Ella’s mum walked past, and Fluff opened one eye thoughtfully. Was there any chance of a snack? Ella’s mum reached down to tickle her behind the ears. She hadn’t wanted Ella to have a cat at first. When she and Ella first met Fluff at the farm where she’d been born, Mum had called Fluff a dirty, scruffy little kitten, and told Ella she could have a goldfish instead. (Fluff was a little sad that Ella didn’t have a goldfish, actually. She would have liked one.) But when she’d seen how upset Ella was, and understood that she really was old enough to look after a kitten properly, she’d changed her mind. Now she fussed over Fluff almost as much as Ella did. Fluff purred at the attention, and waved her paws idly. Ella’s mum stroked the silky fur on Fluff ’s tummy, and laughed. She reached for the packet of cat treats on the counter. Fluff sprang out of her basket in half a second, standing on tiptoe with her paws against the cupboard door, scrabbling to get closer.
“I shouldn’t be doing this.” Mum shook her head. “You eat far too many of these. You’ll get too big for your basket.”
Fluff delicately nibbled the prawn-flavoured treat out of Mum’s hand, and pranced back to her basket. She knew Ella’s mum was joking. The basket was huge! Fluff liked to lie up against one edge of it, to make it seem a bit smaller. She had a feeling that Ella and her dad had gone a bit over the top in the pet shop.
After Fluff had run away from the farm to escape being taken home by a horrible boy who wanted to feed her to next door’s German shepherd dog, Ella and her family had finally found her again a couple of days before Christmas. It had been the snowiest Christmas for twenty years, so Ella hadn’t been able to go out and buy Fluff a Christmas present. She’d made up for it when the snow thawed, spending most of her Christmas money from Grandma on cat toys. Ella walked past a pet shop on her way home from school, and she liked to pop in and spend her pocket money on things for Fluff. Fluff didn’t mind at all – she was very fond of those prawn-flavoured cat treats…
Suddenly, Fluff pricked up her ears. She could hear someone opening the front door. Ella was back from school!
“I’m home!” Ella called, and Fluff bounded up to the front door to twine herself round Ella’s legs lovingly. She enjoyed having a nice sniff of the outdoors as well, poking her nose round the edge of the door.
Ella scooped her up gently. “Hey! No running off, Fluff!”
Fluff rubbed her head up and down Ella’s chin. She wasn’t trying to run off. It would just be fun to go and have a wander around outside. She hadn’t been allowed out much since Ella and her family had adopted her, and sometimes it could be a little bit boring, being an indoor cat. Ella took her out in the garden at the weekends, but it was too dark when she got home from school. Fluff loved the garden, scratching the tree bark, chasing leaves, watching the bird table. She wished she could go and explore more when they were out, but she could see how worried Ella was about her getting lost again, so she stayed close by. Fluff thought it was a bit silly though – as if she could get lost by just investigating next door’s garden! She’d only been lost before because she had been so young. She was a bit bigger now, and she could find her way anywhere, she was sure.
“I brought you home a present!” Ella said, as she shut the door. She carried Fluff into the kitchen, gave her mum a quick hug, and started to root around in her school bag.
“Another trip to the pet shop?” Mum asked, half-annoyed, half-laughing. “That cat is going to think it’s Christmas every day.”
Ella looked a little guilty. The pet shop was on her way home from school, and she was allowed to pop in, as long as she didn’t take long. Mum liked to know where she was. “I know. But you did say she needed a collar. They haven’t had any really nice ones before, but look at this!” She held up a beautiful blue leather collar. “Isn’t it gorgeous? And look, it’s got a place for her name and everything.” She fastened it round Fluff ’s neck, and Fluff shook her head briskly, not sure about this new feeling.
“It’s a bit big,” Ella said, studying it thoughtfully. “But I suppose she’ll grow into it, won’t she? It looks beautiful.” Dangling from the collar was a little round golden tag. “You could choose,” Ella explained. “If I go back to the shop they can put her name on it. But I wanted to check what else we should put. Should we have our address engraved on it as well, in case she gets lost?”
Mum looked thoughtful for a moment. “Actually, I think just our phone number. Not even her name. I know it sounds silly, but if we put her name on, it means everyone knows it, and someone could call her over. We don’t want anyone to find it easy to steal our gorgeous kitten, do we?”
Ella looked horrified. “No! I didn’t think of that. Just the phone number then.” She picked Fluff up again and held her tight, so tight that Fluff wriggled after a few seconds, trying to get down.
“Hey! Ella, it’s OK. It’s just a safety thing. It’s really, really unlikely.” Mum gave her an anxious look. “I know you love Fluff, and of course we don’t want to lose her, but I think you’re just worrying too much. Fluff ’s growing up now, and cats are very independent. I think you’re going to have to let her out on her own soon.”
Ella looked down at Fluff, who was now sniffing at the counter, hoping for more treats. “But what if she gets lost again?” she asked.
Mum sat down next to her. “There’s no reason why she should, Ella. Cats have a really good sense of direction. She won’t just go running off for no reason, she’ll look around, make sure she knows how to get back. She’s clever, isn’t she?”
Ella nodded. “Yes,” she agreed, and then she added doubtfully, “but she was lost before.”
“She was really little then, and it wasn’t her fault, anyway. She’d never been away from the farm. And she found you, didn’t she? That shows you just how amazing her instincts are.”
“Mmm.” It was true. They’d never understood how Fluff had found her way back to them, but Ella couldn’t believe it was just a coincidence.
“I think we ought to get Dad to put a cat flap in the back door. Then Fluff will be able to come in and out when she wants to.”
“OK,” Ella agreed reluctantly, still anxiously eyeing Fluff. She was such a small kitten, even now she’d grown a bit – and even with her podgy cat-treat- filled tummy. Would she really be safe out on her own?
At the weekend, Ella’s dad went with her to the pet shop to buy Fluff a cat flap. It was the first time that Ella had been there and not enjoyed it. Normally she just wandered round wishing she had more money to buy presents for Fluff! Now she stared worriedly at the display of collars while Dad and the pet shop owner discussed different sorts of cat flap. The engraved disk for Fluff ’s collar was ready for them to pick up
, too, but Ella’s excitement about it was almost gone. It had been replaced by a sense of relief that when Fluff went out of her new cat flap and disappeared, at least there was a chance that someone would find her and call.
The cat flap was a clever one that could be locked, or set so Fluff could only go through it one way. It was a pain to fit, though. Ella’s dad had to saw a chunk out of the back door, and it took him ages. When it was finally finished, Ella crouched on the lawn waving the prawn-flavoured cat treats to tempt Fluff through. It didn’t take her long to get the idea, although she looked very surprised when she first tried it. She had her front legs on the doorstep and her back legs in the kitchen, and she wasn’t quite sure where her tummy was. She gave a panicked sort of wriggle, and suddenly all of her was in the garden. Fluff looked round suspiciously, not entirely sure how it had happened.
“Clever Fluff,” Ella whispered, rewarding her with cat treats. “Do you like your new cat flap, mmm? You will be careful though, won’t you?” She scratched Fluff ’s favourite behind-the-ears spot. “You stay close to the garden.” Ella gulped. “No running out into the road, Fluff!”
Fluff purred as Ella petted her. She wasn’t sure she completely understood this cat flap business yet, but it seemed to mean that she could just go out whenever she wanted to! And then get back in again for a snooze in her basket – it sounded brilliant to her, but she could hear in Ella’s voice that she wasn’t completely happy about it. She rubbed herself all round Ella twice in a comforting way, making her giggle. I won’t run away, she promised. Don’t worry.
For the first few days, Fluff kept her expeditions confined to the garden. There was plenty to explore there anyway. Ella had quite a big garden, long and narrow. Her mum loved gardening, and there were big flower beds, which Fluff wasn’t much interested in, but also lots of exciting corners and pockets. Best of all was a tall old apple tree, its branches starting quite low to the ground. Ella had a swing in it, which she loved to sit and daydream on. The apple tree was Fluff ’s first real chance to practise climbing, and it made a brilliant claw-sharpener, too.
But after a little while, Fluff had found all the interesting things in her garden, and she scrambled up the fence to look down at next door. She’d seen Mrs Jones, Ella’s neighbour, before. Ella had held Fluff up to the fence to be admired, and Mrs Jones had commented on her beautiful markings. Fluff hadn’t had a chance to see much of the garden, but now she noticed something very exciting. She plunged down the other side of the fence with an undignified scrabble of claws, and stopped at the bottom for a calming lick of her ruffled fur. Then she set off to investigate. Mrs Jones’s garden had a pond! With fish in it, Fluff soon discovered. She whiled away the rest of the afternoon perched on the rocks by the side of the water, dreamily watching the fish darting to and fro. Was it her imagination, or were they swimming slightly faster, looking a little more worried? Obviously she would need practice, but Fluff was fairly sure that if she dipped a paw in and held it still, she would be able to catch a fish…
Fluff was so interested in the fish that she almost forgot to get back to the house before Ella arrived home from school. She didn’t want Ella to worry that she’d got lost, and of course, she loved to see her. She could always tell when it was nearly time for Ella to be back.
Fluff sprang up from her place on the rocks, and scooted halfway up Mrs Jones’s fence before she’d even realized she was climbing. Then she nearly slid backwards, and had to jab her claws in hard to stay on. Embarrassed, she flung herself up and over and streaked across the lawn to the cat flap. Ella was just coming in the front door, and Mum laughed as Fluff shot through the flap.
“Just in time, Fluff! Oh, you’re all out of breath.”
Fluff glared up at her, and sat down in the middle of the kitchen floor, curling her tail round her legs in a dignified pose. She was trying not to look like a kitten who’d nearly fallen off a fence, but her whiskers were still twitchy with excitement. Outside might be a bit dangerous, but she did love it!
Chapter Two
It was mid-February, and it had suddenly got cold again. Ella was extra-glad to have Fluff sleeping on her feet at night. Mum and Dad had said that she was supposed to sleep in her basket, but they pretended not to notice that actually she always curled up with Ella. Mostly she stayed at the end of the bed, but a couple of times Ella had gone to sleep cuddling her, and Fluff slept snuggled under her chin.
Ella woke up early that morning. The duvet was huddled up around her shoulders where she’d wriggled herself down in the cold of the night. Fluff was pacing up and down the window sill, mewing excitedly.
“Fluff!” Ella moaned. “It’s not even properly light yet, what’s the matter?” Then she sat up, confused. It was almost light, but the room looked different somehow. And why was Fluff making such a fuss? Ella wrapped the duvet round her shoulders like a cloak and padded over to the window.
“Oh, wow! It’s snowed again!” she exclaimed as she peered out.
It had snowed very heavily just before Christmas, when Fluff was lost, but the cold snap hadn’t lasted long. January had just been grim and wet.
“Why does it have to be a school day?” Ella sighed. “It’ll be too dark to play outside much after school.”
Ella tried to argue at breakfast that school would probably be closed because of the snow, but Mum said it would have been announced on the radio. She promised faithfully to help Ella build an entire family of snowmen when she got back, and they dug out wellies and scarves and hats for the walk. Ella normally walked on her own to school. It wasn’t very far, and she met up with lots of her friends, but today Mum said she’d go too, at least most of the way, because she was worried Ella might slip over in the snow.
“Don’t go out today, Fluff,” Ella said, as she struggled to pull her wellies on over two pairs of socks. “It’s really cold, and the snow’s very deep. You’d probably sink up to your whiskers. Stay in the house and keep nice and warm.”
Fluff snuggled into her basket and snoozed for a while, but she was itching to go outside. Despite what Ella had said, Fluff really wanted to investigate the snow. She padded over to the cat flap and peered out. The snow was brand new and inviting. She couldn’t see any tracks in it, just a sheet of crunchy, sparkling white. She pushed the cat flap open gently with her nose, and sniffed. The snow smelled so fresh, and she could hear the wind blowing through the trees, the snow falling from the branches with soft whumpf noises. How could she stay inside? She wouldn’t go far…
Fluff eased herself out of the cat flap, shaking her paws daintily as they hit the snow. She knew all about snow, of course. Her long journey from the farm to Ella’s house had nearly ended in disaster when she was caught in a snowstorm. But today she was just going for a quick look around. Nothing could go wrong. She’d explore the snowy garden, and as soon as she felt cold or tired, she could go back inside to warm up, and probably beg some cat treats from Ella’s mum. Ella was just being too careful, Fluff thought. It was nice that Ella wanted to look after her, but really, she could look after herself!
Fluff ’s paws sank deeply into the snow. It must have been snowing for most of the night, as there was a thick layer over everything. The garden looked completely different, covered in strange lumps where the plants had been. Fluff looked down and saw her paw prints in the snow – the only ones. It was very exciting to be the only animal outside. She gave a little jump to make more prints, scattering her tracks around the lawn in a pattern.
It was still snowing a little, the flakes drifting down idly, tickling Fluff ’s whiskers. She sat up on her back legs and tried to catch them with her front paws, but the snowflakes floated on the wind, and it was hard to tell where they were going. One particularly large flake came twirling down past Fluff ’s nose, and she whisked her paws at it. It seemed to dodge, she twirled around to chase it and suddenly she was flat on her tummy in the snow. Fluff stood up quickly, checking that no one had seen her slide. The snowflake had disappeared
into the thousands of other snowflakes, and Fluff spat snow out of her mouth crossly. She plunged off across the garden to find something else to do.
Suddenly she noticed that hers weren’t the only tracks any more. A delicate pattern of forked prints was spattered over the snow by the fence. And perched on top of the fence, eyeing her cautiously, was a blackbird!
It whistled shrilly and hopped down into the next-door garden. Fluff trotted along the path of tracks eagerly. She’d got the hang of walking in the snow again now, lifting her paws higher than usual. The tracks led underneath the fence, and Fluff wriggled after them, not even remembering that she’d planned to stay in her own garden. The blackbird was on the bird table now, gobbling breadcrumbs that she’d put out. It must have been that morning, because Fluff could see the prints of Mrs Jones’s wellies in the snow. She gazed hopefully up at the blackbird for a while, but it just squawked and chattered at her angrily. Clearly it didn’t fancy coming down to be chased. She hopped from footprint to footprint instead, and realized that Mrs Jones must have gone down to check on the pond as well. Her prints led right up to the edge. Fluff stood in them and leaned over to look. The pond was frozen! She could see the water-plants poking out in places, snow drifted up around them, but most of the pond was covered with strange, clear, greenish ice. Fluff couldn’t see the fish at all, they must be hiding away at the bottom. Cautiously, she put a paw on the ice, and it skidded. She jumped back quickly. She’d already fallen over once, and the ice was horribly cold.
