She paused and glanced over at me, and I meowed loudly in distress.
‘But I don’t think it would be fair on Ollie,’ she went on, ‘to bring another cat into the house while he’s staying with us.’
I wanted to rush over and jump on her lap and lick her to death, but I was almost too weak with relief to move.
‘Oh, but Mummy…’
‘We’ll get a kitten instead.’
‘Oh! A kitten! Oh, yes, that’d be even better.’ Grace jumped up and punched the air as if she was one of those football people on the television. ‘Have I got enough money for a kitten, then?’ she added.
‘Put your purse away, Grace,’ Sarah said, laughing. ‘Daddy and I will buy the kitten, but not until after Christmas. Christmas isn’t the right time to bring a new pet into the house. No, don’t argue, or I’ll change my mind and we won’t get one at all. There’s too much excitement, and things going on. A kitten will need calm, and quiet, to settle down. After New Year, I promise you and Rose can both help to choose a kitten. So there’s no need to keep it a secret from Rose. It’ll be something for us all to look forward to. But why don’t we go to the shop now, while Rose is out, and you can choose a book or a puzzle for her instead, that you can wrap up for her for Christmas?’
‘OK. It will be exciting to have a new kitten to look forward to, won’t it? Will Ollie mind that, though?’
‘I don’t think so. A kitten won’t be a threat to him, like an adult cat might be, and it’ll be more likely to accept that Oliver is Top Cat while he’s here.’
They both looked at me. I was purring. A kitten! Oh, that would be nice. I could help to bring it up. It would be fun. And, most importantly, they obviously weren’t planning to send me packing. I’d be Top Cat. I jumped out of my chair, stretched, and gave a big yawn of contentment, and Sarah and Grace both burst out laughing.
‘It’s almost like he’s been listening,’ Grace said, coming over to pick me up. ‘Ah, Ollie, we still love you too, don’t we, Mummy?’
‘Of course we do,’ Sarah agreed, giving me a stroke.
So I was one very happy, very lucky, cat, after all.
I’d have liked to stay with them that evening, cuddled up on the children’s laps while they talked excitedly about our new kitten. But, of course, I had a plan involving Daniel next door, and now I was feeling more positive about life, I wanted to try it out, even though most of my plans seemed to be backfiring.
‘Hello, Ollie!’ Nicky said brightly when she opened the door to my usual chorus of meows. I’d tried to time it right so that they’d had their dinner but not settled down for the evening yet. ‘Come in, out of the cold.’
‘No!’ I meowed. ‘You come out here.’
‘Come on, boy,’ she insisted. ‘Quickly, we’ve got the fire lit and you’re letting in the cold.’
I paraded up and down, my tail erect, looking back at her.
‘What’s going on?’ Daniel called from inside the cottage.
‘It’s Ollie. He’s behaving really strangely. He won’t come in – he keeps pacing up and down outside.’
Daniel appeared behind her, watching me over her shoulder.
‘He did that to me once before,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘Remember? That time I told you I had the distinct impression he wanted to lead me to the notice board.’
‘Yeah, right!’ She laughed. ‘What are you, now? The cat whisperer?’
‘Maybe.’ He shrugged, but he was still watching me. I flicked my tail harder and walked a few paces towards the corner of the road. ‘OK, I might be losing my marbles, but I’m going to follow him, Nick. I’ll just get my coat.’
‘If I didn’t know you better, Dan, I’d say you were using Ollie as an excuse to pop off down the pub,’ Nicky said, still laughing.
‘If there was even a pub to pop down to.’ He kissed her quickly on the cheek. ‘Won’t be long.’
Nicky shut the door behind us, shaking her head.
‘Come on, then,’ I told him, leading the way. Thank God he was getting better at understanding cat body-language.
We were soon at Tabby’s house. Fortunately there was a lamppost right outside, and the white sheet of paper was still glaring from the window. I stopped outside the gate, turning round and round on the spot, meowing.
‘What is it, Ollie?’ Daniel said, staring around him. ‘What’s wrong?’
For mewing out loud, I thought. I’m going to have to lead him by the nose!
I hopped up onto the low front wall and over onto Tabby’s front path, and up to the window. Did I really need to jump up onto the windowsill? No. When I turned back to Daniel, he was staring at the paper. Hooray! Now I just had to hope it wasn’t just a Happy Christmas decoration or a sign I’d heard about, saying No Cold Calling – whatever that meant.
‘Well, I’ll be damned,’ Daniel muttered to himself. ‘That could be interesting.’
Could it? Well, I hoped so. He certainly seemed keen. He opened the gate and marched up the path, gave a firm rat-a-tat to the door knocker and waited, looking at me and shaking his head as if he couldn’t quite work me out.
‘Hello?’ Eddie, Tabby’s human, stood in the doorway, staring at him. ‘Can I help you?’
‘Hello. I’ve just seen the notice in your window,’ Daniel said. ‘Garage contents to be disposed of? Tools? Um, I just wondered what kind of tools you’re selling.’
‘Selling?’ Eddie laughed. ‘Just clearing them out, mate. Well, my wife is – it was her that put the notice up. She’s sick of me hoarding stuff I don’t need. Can’t blame her really. We haven’t even got a car now, so why would I want to hold onto all the gear I used to work on the old banger with?’
‘Tools for car maintenance?’ Daniel squawked. He glanced at me again, his mouth open. ‘Sorry, it’s just such a coincidence. I could really do with some. Can I have a look? And would you by any chance take a cheque?’
Eddie clapped a paw on his shoulder, laughing. ‘I told you, lad, I don’t want anything for them. Take the lot, if you like – you’ll be doing me a favour. They’re not new, mind. The wife was all for throwing them out. But if they’ll do you a turn, so much the better. Come and have a look. Live in the village, do you? Haven’t seen you around.’
And they disappeared round the side of the house to the garage, Daniel starting to tell Eddie where he lived, how recently he and Nicky had moved in, and how he’d got the offer of the work on the farmer’s truck. By the time Daniel returned home, whistling, telling Nicky he needed to take the car round the corner because he’d got a box of heavy tools to bring back, I was on the chair next to Nicky, pretending to be asleep.
Mission accomplished. For once I’d been a success. What a good day. Suddenly I was feeling much better about myself.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
When I went into Nicky and Daniel’s house on my regular visit the next evening, I noticed that Daniel kept giving me funny looks.
‘I really think there’s something spooky about him,’ he said to Nicky. ‘He must have supernatural powers.’
She burst out laughing. It was nice to hear her sounding more cheerful.
‘Oh, Dan, don’t keep on about it! It was just a lucky coincidence. Save the fairy stories for after the baby’s born.’ He cuddled her and I purred around their legs happily. ‘You are looking forward to the baby, then?’ he asked her softly.