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ОглавлениеChapter Twelve
Jennifer was frightened. Like the boys she was scared of the Deadly Disease of Cats and Humans. Like the boys she was terrified of the strange tall pale person. In the daytime Jennifer did not believe there could be such a thing as a witch or a witch doctor. The afternoon sun shone through the window of her room as she sat and thought.
She had many thoughts.
Why does that person wear dark glasses all the time?
Does he or she want to scare people? Or the opposite – what if the person behind the sunnies is the scared one – perhaps that person is shy.
Or embarrassed.
Maybe that person has sore eyes?
And that skin – so white, so very white. Is that normal?
Maybe that person needs a cape and a hat and dark glasses to protect against sunburn …
Maybe there are too many maybes!
Maybe Google will know.
And there is one non-maybe. We stole a cat and we need to bring it back. In the morning – first thing!
Meanwhile Nystagmus was thinking too. He was thinking about the small boy who swung the poor cat.
These were the thoughts Nystagmus thought.
Why was he so frightened of the adult in the house? No-one would be that scared of their parent.
Maybe the tall person isn’t his parent!
Maybe that child needs to be rescued too.
And I had better go to rescue Tiger from the cat shelter.
Back at Saba’s place, Snoth remembered the night visit of the Cat Doctor. It was bright daylight but Snoth had nightmares just thinking about what might happen.
The doctor had written:
I know where you live.
Snoth decided he would bring Bruce into his bedroom at night.
He decided he would visit the cat shelter and see if he could find Tiger. Maybe that would satisfy Dr Scary.
All three members of the Threefold Cord had decided to take Tiger back, back to the house of mystery and terror.
(Would you be brave enough to carry the cat – with its terrible, catchy disease – back to Dr Vandersluys? What is scarier – the terrible disease or the strange doctor?)
