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cage.”
    Philip and Emery knelt behind some bushes
staring at the shed in Angel’s backyard.
    “ How come that girl is telling you to
do all this?” Emery whispered.
    “ She’s sick all the time, she says, and
all she can do is look out the window. This must be fun for her, I
guess. She knows who you are. She’s pretty smart.”
    Emery looked at the back of Angel’s house.
“Is she watching us now? This is pretty spooky.”
    Philip looked at Angel’s windows.
    “ No, I don’t see her. She was lying on
the sofa before. Stop talking and let’s get the cage.”
    The two boys crept to the shed, opened the
door, and went inside.
    “ A lot of junk,” Emery whispered.
“There. That looks like a cage.”
    Philip looked where Emery pointed. “Grab it
and let’s get out of here.” Emery picked up the cage and they
left.
    When they were back on the sidewalk heading
toward the supermarket, Emery said, “That was easy. Maybe me and
you should be spies or something.”
    Philip gave Emery a look. “Yeah, we’ll be
spies tomorrow. Come on. Let’s run.”
    “ Not so fast,” Emery called. “I’m
carrying the cage.”
    When they reached the supermarket, they read
the overhead signs and found “Pet Supplies.” Colorful cans of cat
food lines the shelves.
    “ What kind shall we get?” Emery
said.
    “ How about the blue one?”
    Emery picked up the can and read it. “‘Beef’
it says. Beef comes from cows.”
    “ So what? Let’s go.”
    “ Wait a minute. Cats don’t eat cows.
How could a cat eat a cow? The cow could fall over and squish it.
The cat won’t like this.”
    “ Then get the red on. Come
on.”
    Emery grabbed the red one. “‘Chicken,’” Emery
read.
    “ Chicken’s good. Let’s go.”
    “ Wait a minute. Whoever saw a cat eat a
chicken? Chickens are bigger than cats. They can fly, can’t they,
and peck? And where would a cat who lives in a city get a chicken?
I’ll bet the mother cat doesn’t even know what a chicken looks
like. She never heard of chicken. I don’t think she’ll eat
chicken.”
    “ Then get the green one. Get
something.”
    Emery put the red can back and stood on top
of the cage to reach a green can of cat food. “‘Turkey.’” He looked
at Philip.
    “ Don’t tell me,” said Philip. “Cats
don’t eat turkeys.”
    “ A turkey is even bigger than a
chicken. A cat could never eat a turkey.”
    “ How about on Thanksgiving?” Philip
asked.
    “ I never thought of that,” said Emery.
“But it’s only May, not even close to Thanksgiving.”
    Philip grabbed the can from Emery and put it
back.
    “ Fish. Here’s fish,” said Philip. “Cats
eat fish, right?”
    “ We don’t have any rivers near us. How
would the mother know about fish? Look around. They must have
mouse-flavored cat food.”
    The two boys scoured the cat food shelves for
mouse-flavored cat food but couldn’t find any.
    “ They must be out of it,” said Emery.
“Mouse’s gotta be the most
popular flavor. Do you see any bird-flavored cat food?”
    “ No, I don’t .”
    “ Let’s get the fish then.”
    Philip grabbed the fish-flavored cat food,
and together he and Emery went to pay. Outside, Philip said, “We
have everything we need. Ready?”
    “ Rescue mission to save cats
ready.”
    “ Then let’s go,” said
Philip.
     
     

Chapter Nine
     
    The mother cat pulled her lips back and
showed her teeth.
    “ Look out!” Emery cried. Philip jumped
and Emery scurried behind Philip.
    “ Just put some food on the plate and
let her smell it,” Emery advised. “Boy, I wish it was mouse flavored. She’d eat it in a
hurry.”
    Philip scooped some of the wet, squishy food
onto the paper plate with the back end of an old, cracked plastic
fork he’d found in the trash behind the supermarket. He pushed the
paper plate toward the cat. He and Emery watched the mother cat
sniff at it and give it a lick.
    “ I think she likes it,” said
Emery.
    Just as they’d planned, Philip moved