“I don’t think the mother cat would leave her kittens,” Edie’s dad said gently, putting his arm round Edie’s shoulders to hug her. “She’s probably just a bit spooked by you two turning up. Don’t panic.”
“Should we put the kittens in the cage?” Edie asked. “Maybe that would tempt her to come and look, too… Or it might just scare her off.” She sighed.
“It’s tricky to know,” her dad agreed. “Show me where you think she went.”
Edie and Layla crept back into the shed, and Edie’s dad laughed at the three kittens. The ginger boy was sitting on the sacks, making loud squeaky mews, obviously wanting his mother to come back and feed him. But the two tortoiseshell girls were stomping about the shed, batting at bits of straw. Then they both decided that they wanted the same tiny piece of stick, and pounced on it. One of the kittens whipped it from her sister, who jumped on top of her, trying to wrestle it away.
“Typical.” Edie’s dad shook his head. “Naughty torties.”
“What?” Edie stared at him.
Her dad laughed. “I don’t know if it’s really true but tortoiseshell cats have a reputation of being … um … determined? Stubborn? What your grandma would call a bit of a character. So, naughty tortie.”
“I think they’re gorgeous,” Layla said indignantly. “They’re only babies.”
“Shh, look!” Edie grabbed her dad’s arm. “I just saw her, the mum! She’s behind those wooden crates.”
“OK. Let’s try putting the cage over there then, with a trail of food to tempt her…” Edie’s dad suggested. He opened the bag he’d brought and pulled out a packet of cocktail sausages that were meant for Edie’s packed lunches. “I knew you wouldn’t mind,” he said, showing her the pack. “If she doesn’t go for these we’ll try cheese.”
“She looks hungry enough to eat anything,” Edie whispered. “Oh, I hope this works.” She watched eagerly as her dad laid a couple of sausages close to the boxes where the cat was hiding and then a few more inside the cage.
“I need to stay fairly close because I’ve got to shut the door once she goes in,” her dad explained. “If this is no good I’ll get the local cat shelter out, they’ll have a trap cage we can use. But I shouldn’t think they’ll be able to come today.”
“She might have moved the kittens by the time they get here,” Edie pointed out, and her dad nodded.
“Yes, so let’s hope we can tempt her in now.”
But the black cat stayed stubbornly away from the sausages. Edie was sure that she could see her pacing back and forth in the shadows behind all the junk but she wouldn’t come out. She didn’t appear when her dad added cheese to the trail of bait either.
“This is not looking good,” he said, after about half an hour of waiting. The kittens were all mewing miserably now and they sounded really hungry. He looked around, frowning. “I wonder if it’s worth putting the cage round the back of the shed instead? There’s a pretty big hole in the wall there. We could put the cage up against it. Maybe she’d go for the food if she couldn’t see us?”
He picked up the cage and the girls followed him round to the back of the shed. The wooden wall had several rotten pieces crumbling away and there was a hole that looked a perfect cat-door size. Edie’s dad put the cage close to the hole, and stood flat against the wall, ready to swing the door shut.
“Dad, I’ve just thought of something!” Edie whispered urgently. “Layla’s got a video of Barbie on her phone and Barbie’s mewing really loudly in it. If we played it, do you think the mum might come? Would she know it was Barbie? She’d come and see, wouldn’t she?”
“She might…” her dad said slowly. “It’s worth a try, anyway.”
Layla pulled out her phone and crouched against the wall on the other side of the cage. She started the video, turned the sound right up and held the phone just by the side of the hole. Barbie’s squeaky mew echoed around them and Edie looked hopefully at the hole. Surely her mother wouldn’t be able to resist?
After a moment, there was a rustling on the other side of the wall. Edie made frantic faces at her dad, pointing to the hole, and he nodded back. Layla set the video to play again, and black whiskers appeared at the hole, followed by a black nose and then the rest of the cat, her ears twitching cautiously. She looked around for her kitten, and then sniffed the sausages and cheese, the first piece just inside the open cage.
Edie and Layla stood frozen against the wall of the shed as the cat stepped forward. She obviously couldn’t resist the food right in front of her and she gobbled down the first sausage in seconds. Then she walked right into the cage to eat the rest of them – and Edie’s dad swung the cage door shut.
“Look at you, you’re so clever,” Edie murmured, as Barbie sat up on her bottom and waved her front paws at the feathery toy. Edie had spotted it in the supermarket while she was out shopping with her mum the day before, and it was Barbie’s new favourite thing. It was like a mini feather duster, a bendy wand topped with lime green feathers and tinselly bits, and the little kitten loved the way it bounced. She danced about all over the kitchen chasing it.
“And you’re getting so big… I don’t know how you can be so different in just a week. I wonder how your brother and sisters are doing?” Edie said, flicking up the feathers and giggling as Barbie sprang into the air. She was learning to do the most amazing standing leaps – she could jump twice her own height when she really tried. “Do you think your sisters are being naughty torties, like Dad said? Layla thought they were gorgeous, but they’re nowhere near as cute as you. Dad said the lady at the shelter thought they’d all be adopted easily, though. She said they’d do lots of work to socialize them, so they made good friendly pets.”
The kittens’ mum wouldn’t ever be gentle enough to become a pet, though, which Edie thought was really sad. The shelter had said they would wait until the kittens were fully weaned and rehomed, which would be another couple of weeks, when they were about eight weeks old. Then they’d neuter their mum so she couldn’t have any more kittens and release her back near where Edie and Layla had found her. Edie didn’t like the idea of the black cat living outdoors again, in the cold and the rain, but Mum and Dad had said it was probably what she’d be happiest doing.
“Do you miss them?” Edie whispered, as Barbie gave a massive yawn, which showed a lot of her bright pink tongue. “Do you even remember them?”
Barbie sniffed at the green feathers, which Edie was dancing in front of her nose again, and batted at them with one paw. She wasn’t really trying. She’d been jumping and chasing for ages and now she was tired. She gave another huge yawn and padded over to Edie, climbing up her jeans and scrambling into her lap. She slumped down and then stood up again, marching round in a circle on Edie’s tunic top until she had it just right. Then she curled herself into a little ginger ball, with one paw over her eyes and went to sleep.
“Guess what! Guess, you have to guess!” Layla was hopping up and down on the front doorstep, hardly able to get the words out, she was so excited.
“What? Oooh, catch her! Sneaky puss!” Edie and Layla both lunged for Barbie, who’d crept up behind Edie and was making a dash for the front door. Layla grabbed her and snuggled her up against her fleece.
“Well done,” said Edie. “She’s desperate to go outside but Mum and Dad say she can’t until she’s had all her vaccinations and she’s been neutered. And that won’t be for ages. She’s got to be almost four months old before they do it.”