The wind was whistling around the house, the kind of wind that stripped the leaves off the trees. Dawn the cat was crouched in the bushes by the fence. She had seen the girls leave on foot and come back in a car. When they went around the back and in the basement door, she followed them slipping inside. It was a game. Inside was a mysterious place. She never got to stay long, was shoved out by someone’s foot as she tried to get in, or carried out, often by Sophie holding her as if she were a baby. Her sister cats weren’t interested in the house. The barn was their true home. But Dawn kept going back. It wasn’t only that it was warm. Maybe there was something there for her to find, or to eat.
Sugar Castle, chapter 7
Sugar Castle, chapter 7
Sugar Castle, chapter 7
The wind was whistling around the house, the kind of wind that stripped the leaves off the trees. Dawn the cat was crouched in the bushes by the fence. She had seen the girls leave on foot and come back in a car. When they went around the back and in the basement door, she followed them slipping inside. It was a game. Inside was a mysterious place. She never got to stay long, was shoved out by someone’s foot as she tried to get in, or carried out, often by Sophie holding her as if she were a baby. Her sister cats weren’t interested in the house. The barn was their true home. But Dawn kept going back. It wasn’t only that it was warm. Maybe there was something there for her to find, or to eat.