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was she on this chilly night? Was someone looking after her?
    A sudden thud made her yelp with fright, and she swung her torch round. The beam caught a pair of glowing green eyes, staring at her in surprise.

    “Misty! You came!”
    Purring delightedly, the kitten raced across the boards to leap on to Amy’s sleeping bag, padding at it eagerly with her determined little paws.
    Amy lay down again, and yawned. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she murmured.
    Misty curled up next to Amy’s shoulder, half inside the sleeping bag. It was wonderfully warm. She was very glad she was there, too.
    Amy stroked Misty gently, and soon the pair of them were fast asleep.

Chapter Six
    “Oh, Amy, she’s here!”
    Amy blinked sleepily, and looked over at Lily, who was sitting up in her sleeping bag. There was a warm, furry weight on her chest, and Amy remembered her late night visitor. Misty had stayed all night!
    “She turned up a little while after you went to sleep.” Amy suddenlysat up, making Misty squeak. “Lily, what time is it? My mum! She said she’d bring us our breakfast in the morning.”
    Lily’s eyes widened. “It feels like we slept quite late.” She wriggled over to the door and opened it. “Oh no, she’s coming down the garden! With toast!”
    “I don’t care if she’s got toast! What are we going to do?”
    But they were both sleepy and giggly with excitement about Misty, and all Amy could think of was to pull her sleeping bag up over the kitten. Which Misty didn’t like. She wriggled about indignantly, and just as Amy’s mum appeared at the top of the ladder, she poked her head back out.
    “Hello, girls! Did you sleep well?” Amy’s mum smiled at them. “I thought you might be hungry.” Then she noticed Misty, and her eyes widened. “Amy, is that a cat?”
    “It’s a kitten,” Amy told her, cuddling Misty close.

    “Where on earth has it come from?” her mother asked, sounding confused.
    “I found her,” Amy said defensively. “She’s a stray. I’ve been looking after her.”
    “But she must belong to someone. Oh, Amy, I think we need to speak to your dad about this. Come back to the house, right now.”
    Amy climbed awkwardly down the ladder, with Misty still snuggled up against her pyjamas. Misty was shivering, as if she could tell that something was wrong.
    Amy’s dad was drinking some tea at the table, and looked up in surprise as he spotted Amy holding Misty.
    “Amy, isn’t that the kitten who was at the window the other day?” he said,getting up to take a closer look.
    Misty hissed nervously, as this big man suddenly loomed over her.
    “Sorry, kitty. I didn’t mean to scare you. She’s a sweet little thing, isn’t she?”
    “But whose sweet little thing, that’s the point!” Amy’s mum said.
    “I don’t think Misty belongs to anyone, Mrs Griffiths,” Lily put in.
    “She’s got a name? Amy, you’ve named her?” Amy’s mum stared at them suspiciously. “This isn’t just a one-off thing, is it? How long have you been keeping this kitten in your tree house?”
    “I haven’t been keeping her there. She just came! I first saw her a couple of weeks ago. Just after my birthday. But I don’t know how often she sleeps there.”
    Mum turned to Lily. “All that cat food that you bought! Was that for this kitten?” she demanded.
    “Ye-es,” Lily admitted, looking guilty.
    Mum sighed. “Amy, it’s not up to you to feed somebody else’s cat! We’ll never get rid of her now. Not if you’ve been feeding her. We need to find the kitten’s owner.”
    “She doesn’t have an owner!” Amy protested.
    “She must do,” her mum said firmly.
    “Honestly, she doesn’t. She’s a stray. She really doesn’t belong to anyone. She doesn’t even have a collar. And look how thin she is!” Amy paused and looked at Misty. “Well, she isn’t now, but that’s only because I’ve beenfeeding her. She was so skinny, Mum! Ask Lily.”
    Amy’s mum sank down into a chair.