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muttered. “It isn’t fair. Misty doesn’t love this Mrs Jones, whoever she is. She can’t do, or she wouldn’t have come to live with us. And think how thin Misty was when we first saw her – she mustn’t have looked after her properly!”

    Lily nodded. “What are you going to do?”
    Amy looked up at the poster. “I could just pretend I haven’t seen it. That Mrs Jones doesn’t deserve to have Misty back – I wouldn’t feel guilty.” Then she gazed at the photo of Misty again. “Well, only a little bit…”
    She glanced along the road. Her mum and Lily’s had nearly caught them up. She could just tear down the poster, then Mum would never know… But as her mum approached Amy could see that she was holding another copy that she must have taken from somewhere further down the street.
    “Oh, Amy. You’ve seen it too. I’m so sorry, but it looks like Misty has a home after all.”
    “But how do we know it’s her?” Amy whispered.
    “She does look very similar,” Mum said gently.
    “She didn’t like her old home, or she wouldn’t have run away. She’s ours now. Dad was even going to put in a cat flap!”
    “I know, Amy. But someone’s missing her – this Mrs Jones—”
    “She doesn’t deserve a kitten!” Amy sniffed, and Lily squeezed her hand.
    “We have to take her back,” said Mum. “Remember, it was our deal.”
    Amy was silent for a moment. There was nothing she could say. “I know. But I still think it’s wrong.”
    Back home, Misty wasn’t in the house, running to the door with welcoming mews, like she usually did.
    “Maybe she’s in the tree house,” Amy suggested. But a little seed of hope was growing inside her. If she couldn’t find Misty, she wouldn’t have to give her back, would she?
    Amy ran out into the garden, and climbed up to the tree house, but it was empty. She sat down on the beanbag. It felt warm, as though Misty might have been curled up there until a moment ago. “Oh, Misty, I wish I’d kept you a secret,” she whispered. “Please don’t come!”
    But then she heard a familiar thud on the boards of the tree house, as Misty jumped from the branch. The tears spilled down Amy’s cheeks, as the kitten ran to her, leaping into her lap.
    Misty rubbed her head lovinglyagainst Amy’s arm, and then stood up with her paws on Amy’s shoulder, and licked the wet tear trails with her rough little tongue.

    “That tickles!” Amy half-laughed, half-sobbed. She picked her up gently. “Sorry, Misty, we have to go and find Mum.” Amy carried her down from the tree house and across the garden. Misty purred in her arms, so happily. She was such a different kitten from the nervous little creature Amy had first seen. It felt so wrong to take her back!
    “Oh, you found her!” Mum came over to stroke Misty, as Amy opened the kitchen door. “Please don’t cry, Amy.” But she looked close to crying herself, as she gave Amy a hug. “I don’t want to give her back either, but we have to. You know we do. Look, shall we wait until tomorrow? So you can have tonight to say goodbye?”
    Amy shook her head. “No. That would be worse. We should go now. Come on, Mum, please, let’s just get it over with.”
    “All right. I’ll call the number on the poster. Rose Tree Close isn’t far. We can just carry her there, can’t we?”
    Amy nodded, and sat down at the table with Misty, half-listening as Mum explained to someone on thephone that they’d found their missing kitten. With shaking fingers, Amy started to take off Misty’s pink collar. Misty wasn’t even Misty any more! She had another name.
    “They’re really glad to know she’s safe,” Mum told her gently. “I said we’d bring her round.” She grabbed her bag, and they set out, Amy with Misty held tightly in her arms as they walked down their street and along another road, to the little turning that was Rose Tree Close.
    Misty looked around her curiously, wondering what was happening. Amy had never