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Chapter 1. Auntie Jane’s House and its Residents
Chapter 2. The First Evening
Chapter 3. The Fancy Dress Parade
Chapter 4. The Treehouse
Chapter 5. The Walk
Chapter 6. The Underground Passage
Chapter 7. The Rescue
Chapter 8. Wolfie
Chapter 9. Yakub’s Cunning Plan
Chapter 10. Sienna in Trouble
Chapter 11. It Never Rains but it Pours
Chapter 12. Ambush
Chapter 13. Blackmail
Chapter 14. Sienna’s Adventure
Chapter 15. Auntie Jane’s Miraculous Recovery
Chapter 16. The Feast
Epilogue
In London, in the borough of Islington, there’s a house – a tall house of four storeys with turrets, spires, chimneys, and weathervanes that spin around when the wind blows. And in this house live four cats: limping Hunter with his glossy black fur; Matilda, the tiny Siamese princess; handsome Tom with his fluffy coat and tufted ears; and flirty, flame-haired Sienna.
The first of them to move into the house was Hunter. A few years before, he’d been living under a bridge – he used to hunt mice and live off the scraps thrown to him each night by kind-hearted Billy, the kitchen boy in the restaurant next door. But one day, chasing after a little grey mouse, Hunter got hit by a car. And no doubt he wouldn’t have survived if it hadn’t been for Auntie Jane, the owner of the house in Islington, who came to the poor cat’s rescue as he lay dying by the side of the road.
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“Be brave for just a little while longer, my dear: your fur will grow back, and it will be quite as beautiful as before. And in the meantime you can stay with me.”
But I didn’t need to go and stay with our kindly next-door neighbour: we met my mother on the street that very day and she took me home. Somehow she immediately recognised me! Hmm… you know, I’ve never understood how she was able to. I won’t tell you how ashamed I was, how my brothers and sisters made fun of me, how I shivered with the cold and had to stay by my mother’s side just to keep warm – forget playing and chasing about! A sad tale indeed. But before long I’d grown back my fur, and I was the same old happy kitten with a silky coat – only now I’d groom myself as often as I could, getting washed not just in the morning and before bed, but any time I could find a spare minute…
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