The Homesick Kitten. The Smallest Kitten

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Harper sped up as soon as they turned the corner into their road. She couldn’t help it.

“Is he there?” Ava called, scurrying after her, and Harper could hear Mum laughing.

“Yes!” Harper turned to beam at her little sister, and then gave a wave in the direction of their house. She knew it was a bit silly to wave at a cat – it wasn’t as if Sammy was going to wave back – but it made her so happy to see him there in the window, draped along the back of the sofa. “I think he’s asleep,” she said to Ava. “Oh, no, he’s waking up, I can see his golden eyes! Hey, Sammy!”

“Sammy!” Ava bounced up on tiptoe to peer over the garden fence as the tabby kitten arched his back in a huge stretch. Then he jumped his front paws over to the windowsill, so that he was making a tiny bridge from the sofa. The two girls saw his mouth open wide as he mewed excitedly at them, showing little points of white teeth.

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