carried her outside like this before. Then, all of a sudden, her ears went back flat against her head, as she recognized where they were going.Why was Amy bringing her here ? She struggled in Amy’s arms and mewed with fright as they walked down the path.
“Oh, Mum, she doesn’t want to!” Amy protested, but her mum had already rung the doorbell.
The door opened, and an old lady stood there, staring at them in delight.
“Jet! It really is her! Oh, thank you so much for finding her!”
Amy only just stopped herself from shouting, “No, her name’s Misty!” Instead, she stared at the brooch on the old lady’s cardigan, which was a little silver cat, with green glass eyes.
“Come in, please! Oh, Jet, where have you been?” Mrs Jones stroked Misty, and Misty actually relaxed and purred, and let the old lady take her from Amy.
Amy felt the tears starting to burn the backs of her eyes again. This really was Misty’s owner. It was true. Her little cat belonged to someone else.
Chapter Eight
Misty felt very confused. She was back with Mrs Jones, but Amy was there too. She wasn’t sure what was happening. Mrs Jones had Charlie now, so why had Amy brought her here? But it was so nice to have Mrs Jones holding her again. She rubbed herself against the old lady’s cheek lovingly.
Mrs Jones led them into the sittingroom, and sat down with Misty on her lap. “Where did you find her?” she asked, smiling at them so gratefully that Amy felt guilty.
“She came into Amy’s tree house,” her mum explained. “We did ask around, but no one seemed to have lost a kitten. She’s actually been with us a couple of weeks. I’m sorry, you must have been so worried.”
Mrs Jones nodded. “I was terrified that she’d got lost or had even been run over. I’ve only just moved here, you see, to live with my daughter, so Jet doesn’t know the area very well.” She scratched Misty behind the ears, and the little cat stretched her paws out blissfully. “She kept wandering off – we hardly saw her – and then she disappeared. I thoughtshe’d gone too far and got lost.”
Mum gave Amy a look, and Amy stared at the carpet, feeling miserable and guilty. Mrs Jones had hardly seen her because Amy had been tempting her away. She’d been so stupid! Mum had been right – she really had stolen someone else’s cat.
“Amy looked after her very well,” her mum said, giving Amy a hug. “We’d always thought she was too young for a pet, but we’ve changed our minds after watching her with your cat. We’re definitely going to get a kitten of our own. I mean it,” she added to Amy in a whisper. “We’re so proud of you.”
There was a scuffling noise at the door, and Misty suddenly tensed up. She had forgotten! It had been beautifully quiet, almost like things used to be, with just Mrs Jones. But now Millie and Dan were home!
“Gran! Gran! Oh! You’ve got Jet back!” A little boy raced into the room, and tried to grab Misty.
Amy gasped, as she watched Misty cower back against Mrs Jones. A littlegirl came running in after him, and tried to pull her brother away so she could reach the kitten too.
“Gently, Dan! Millie, be careful! You’ll frighten her,” Mrs Jones cried. The children stopped shoving as their mum came in. “These are my grandchildren. They’ve missed her too,” Mrs Jones explained to Amy and her mum. “And this is my daughter, Sarah.”
Sarah was smiling delightedly. “I’m so glad you’ve found her. We’ve all been so worried.”
Amy looked anxiously at Misty – or Jet, she supposed she ought to call her now. She was pressed against Mrs Jones, her ears twitching with fright. Amy thought the children were loud, so she couldn’t imagine how a kitten felt.
“We’d better go – leave you all to settle down,” Amy’s mum said.
“Please, let me have your number – I’d like to call and let you know how Jet is. I’m really so grateful.” Mrs Jones stood up, with Jet held against