“Shh!” “Lucy, is that a kitten? Is that the kitten from by the baker’s shop?” “Yes, but shh! Please don’t make her run away. She’s really shy, William. Look, come and sit down here.” William sat down, as slowly and quietly as he could, and stared at the kitten. She stared back for a moment, but she was so busy devouring the rest of the chicken sandwich that she didn’t really have time to worry about him. “How did she get here?” “I don’t know.” Lucy reached out one hand and held it by the plate, close enough for the kitten to sniff. The kitten glared at her and then butted gently at Lucy’s hand. William giggled. “She’s telling you to get off her sandwich.” “Maybe. Or she might be putting her scent on me,” said Lucy. “That’s what a cat’s doing when it rubs its face against you.
