‘If they had, you wouldn’t have wanted to mate with her in the first place,’ I reminded him.
‘Hmm. Well, maybe that wouldn’t have been such a bad thing,’ he muttered. ‘It just leads to trouble, if you want my opinion.’
I couldn’t help laughing. Maybe now he wouldn’t be in such a hurry to mate with every available female he met.
‘What about the kittens, then?’ I asked. ‘Are Suki’s humans going to look after them?’
‘Well, they said they’ll keep one – which will be nice for Suki. It’ll keep her busy and maybe she’ll leave me alone. And they’ll let the others go to new homes. I think they’ll probably advertise them for sale after they’re weaned.’
‘Perhaps your Eddie will buy one to keep you busy?’ I teased him.
‘Huh!’ He turned his back on me, twitching his tail. ‘What would I do with a kitten? If you want one, get your own humans to buy one.’
‘As it happens, they’re already talking about getting one,’ I said. ‘And, do you know what? You’ve just given me an idea.’
I had to be careful how I did it. From what Tabby had said about Suki’s angry mood, I didn’t want to do anything to upset her. I called on her straight after saying goodbye to him.
‘Oh, hello, Ollie,’ she said, looking up from washing her tummy. It wasn’t surprising that her humans had noticed her pregnancy. She was looking bigger every time I saw her. ‘Nice to see you.’
‘Is it?’ I squeaked in surprise. ‘I mean, sorry, nice to see you, too. How are you keeping?’
‘Not bad. I suppose Tabby sent you round? I was a bit hard on him last night. I suppose I’m taking it out on him, but can you blame me?’
‘No, I can’t blame you, Suki. But he didn’t send me round. He doesn’t know I’ve come. Look, I hear your humans are only going to let you keep one of your kittens?’
‘Yes.’ She sighed. ‘Don’t get me wrong – one will be more than enough, really. It’ll be hard work feeding them all until they’re weaned, never mind keeping an eye on them once they start running around. But, you know, they will be my own flesh and blood. Well, mine and Tabby’s, more’s the pity.’
‘I expect you’d like them to go to nice human families, wouldn’t you?’
‘Yes. Of course – I wouldn’t want them to go to humans who don’t look after them properly, obviously.’
‘Well, look, I’ve got a suggestion. Obviously you don’t know how many kittens you’re going to have, but I can at least try to get one of them into a lovely family.’
‘How come?’
‘It’s my foster family. They’re getting a kitten some time after Christmas. So … how can I put this nicely, Suki? Why don’t you come home with me this evening and show them your tummy?’
It took a while for Sarah and Martin to catch on. Sarah was surprised, of course, to see me on the doorstep with Suki.
‘Oh! Who’s this?’ she said. ‘Martin! I think Ollie’s brought a friend home.’
‘Really? Well, they can play outside, then. I don’t mind, but if we start letting all the neighbourhood cats in, there’s no knowing where it’ll end – especially if they all want to bring dead pigeons home with them.’
He followed Sarah to the front door and looked down at us.
‘Roll on your back,’ I hissed at Suki. ‘Go on!’
She gave me a bit of a look, but did it anyway. I saw Martin’s face change.
‘That’s not just a friend,’ he said quietly. ‘If I’m not much mistaken, it’s a girlfriend.’
‘She looks like she’s pregnant,’ Sarah agreed.
‘But I thought … I’m sure George said Ollie had been neutered.’
What? ‘It’s nothing to do with me!’ I meowed at them indignantly. Perhaps I should have marched Tabby round there too.
‘You’re right, he’s neutered,’ Sarah said. ‘That’s why he’s so sweet.’
Now it was Martin’s turn to look indignant! I wasn’t sure I liked being called sweet, but I was too relieved that they realised I wasn’t responsible for Suki’s condition to make a big meow about it.
‘So your friend’s got herself in a bit of a fix, has she, Ollie?’ Martin said, grinning. ‘Oh well. She’s obviously from a good home. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?’
‘So Tabby seems to think,’ I said.
‘Have a look at her collar, Mart,’ Sarah suggested. ‘Let’s just make sure she’s not lost, or anything.’
Suki stood up and allowed Martin to look at her identity disc.
‘Oh, she lives at The Willows, down Ponds Farm Road. Her name’s Suki. Hello, Suki. You’re a lovely girl, aren’t you?’
‘That’s Arthur and Joan Furlong’s place, isn’t it?’ Sarah said. ‘You know them, they used to run the café in Great Broomford before they retired. The Singing Kettle, next to the church. Nice couple – I think he’s got quite bad arthritis now so they don’t get out much. Never knew they had a cat. Wonder what they’re going to do with the kittens.’
I looked at Suki, she looked at me, and we both meowed. Sarah laughed.
‘I have an idea,’ she said. ‘Shall we ask them if they’re planning to sell them? You know I promised Grace we could get a new kitten after Christmas.’
‘Yes.’ Martin nodded thoughtfully. ‘It would save us going to the Cats’ Protection League, wouldn’t it?’
‘And if her kittens take after Suki, they’re going to be gorgeous.’
Suki stretched her neck and purred, making Sarah laugh again.
‘Yes, you know you’re beautiful, don’t you,’ she said, bending down to stroke her. I almost felt jealous, but only for a minute, because then she added: ‘You’re a clever boy, Ollie, bringing Suki home with you. Anyone would think you knew we’d be interested in her kittens.’
‘Perhaps Daniel’s right, after all,’ Martin chuckled. ‘Perhaps Ollie really does have magical powers.’
Perhaps I did. You know what, Charlie? I was almost beginning to think so myself.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Hello again, Charlie. You know, I’m surprised you keep asking to hear more of my story. I’d have thought a little kitten like you would have been bored with it by now. You say you think it’s exciting? Well, thank you, I suppose it must be the way I’m telling it. Anyway, if you want to hear the rest – yes, we’re coming to the end soon! – you’d better settle down and leave your tail alone. It’s not going anywhere, it’ll still be there to chase when I’ve finished.
Now, at this point in my story we were getting really close to Christmas. I could tell by the ever-increasing levels of excitement in Sarah and Martin’s house. Apparently there were only a couple of days left at school, because Grace came running downstairs the next morning, singing at the top of her voice:
‘Hooray, hooray, hooray, it’s nearly the holiday!’
But instead of feeling excited, I felt sad. George had said he’d be back again to see us before Christmas, hadn’t he, and now I was wondering whether he wasn’t coming after all. Had he forgotten all about me? Decided he’d got used to not having a cat and wouldn’t bother to have me back when the pub was mended? I mewed to myself miserably at the thought of it.
‘What’s wrong, Ollie?’ Sarah asked. ‘Cheer up, it’s nearly Christmas!’
I didn’t feel like cheering up. But I supposed I should go and see Caroline as usual and cheer her up, at least. I waited until Sarah was having her lunch, and then meowed a goodbye as I popped out of the cat flap and set off for the Big House.