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sneakers, a striped sleeve, and a long, brown braid.
    Jack pounded on the door again. “We see you!” he yelled. “Give us back our cat!”
    The sneakers didn’t move, but the braid swung sideways and half a face appeared. It was a mad face.
    â€œOpen the door!” Henry shouted.
    â€œGo away!” yelled the girl. She hid behind the chair again.
    Jack tried the handle of the front door but it wouldn’t open. “We have to save Josie,” he said. “Josie! Josie, come here!”
    Josie looked up, gazing at them with her golden eyes. Henry thought she seemed unimpressed.
    â€œJosie!” he yelled.
    She started licking her paws again.
    The braid moved and the whole face appeared this time. Henry could see a scattering of freckles. “Go away,” the girl said loudly, glowering at them. “If you don’t, I’ll call the police.”
    Simon was mad now too. “No, we’ll call the police! You stole our cat.”
    â€œYou’ll go to JAIL ,” Jack cried. He made a horrible face and pressed it against the window.

    The girl came out from behind the chair and sat down next to Josie, stroking her back. “Leave us alone! You’re the ones trespassing. You’ll go to jail.” She stuck out her tongue at Jack.
    The three boys looked at one another.
    â€œWho is she?” Henry asked. Since they had moved into Uncle Hank’s house right as school was ending, they hadn’t met many of the kids in the neighborhood. And now it seemed like everyone was on vacation or away at summer camp. Except this girl, apparently. This horrible, cat-stealing girl.
    â€œI recognize her,” Simon said. “She rode her bike in that Pioneer Days parade a couple of weeks ago, remember? It was covered with all those dumb ribbons.”
    â€œThey weren’t dumb!” came from inside the house.
    â€œShe can hear you,” Henry whispered. “We have to do something. Let’s go tell Mom.”
    â€œNo!” Jack said. “We can’t leave Josie. We have to rescue her.”
    Simon scanned the side of the house. “Let’s see if there’s another way in,” he whispered.
    â€œYou go away,” the girl said again. She put her arm around Josie, still petting her. Even through the window, the boys could tell that Josie was arching her back and purring.
    â€œOkay, we’re leaving,” Henry said loudly. The three boys stomped down the porch steps and walked toward the driveway.
    â€œIs she watching us?” Simon asked.
    Henry glanced back and shook his head.
    â€œQuick!”
    They raced around the side of the house to the backyard, then up the deck stairs to the sliding glass door. Simon grabbed the handle and pulled, but the door wouldn’t budge.
    The girl walked into the kitchen, holding Josie in her arms. “Ha!” she said. “It’s locked.”
    Jack pounded on the glass.
    â€œCut it out,” the girl said. “My mom is napping . You’ll wake her up.”
    Something about the way she said this made Henry think it wasn’t true. He suddenly felt certain she was in the house alone.
    â€œListen,” Simon told her, jabbing his finger against the glass. “That’s our cat. She’s been missing for three whole days! You can’t take somebody else’s cat.”
    The girl held Josie tighter and glared. “It’s not your cat. She’s a stray. I found her.”
    â€œShe is not!” Henry cried. “Look at her collar.”
    The girl didn’t move.
    â€œCan’t we come in?” Henry asked. “Then we can show you.”
    Josie continued to gaze at them impassively … almost as if they were strangers, Henry had to admit. But then she never was the kind of cat who acted excited to see anybody.
    â€œShe’s not your cat,” the girl repeated stubbornly. She lowered Josie to the kitchen floor, and Josie darted back to the