“Dad laughed. “How did you get him to do that?” He’d just arrived to pick Mia up from the sleepover. Libby and Poppy had already gone; they had to hurry off to a dance class. Mia shook her head, very, very carefully. “I didn’t, Dad. He just climbed up there. I think he’s eyeing my toast.” From his place on her shoulder, Whiskers purred loudly, and Mia giggled as his long whiskers tickled her cheek. “I wish I didn’t have to go home and say goodbye to you!” Her dad exchanged a thoughtf...ul glance with Emily’s mum. “When will the kittens be ready to go to new homes?” “Well, I was looking it up, and it seems that about ten or twelve weeks old would be best. Ours are four weeks now, so they’ll be ten weeks old about halfway through December. So I thought around then. It’s a bit close to Christmas, that’s the only problem. Everyone’s so busy, and I don’t want to be encouraging people to give kittens as presents.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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