Fabulous Phoebe by Kathy Lee

Author:Kathy Lee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scripture Union England and Wales
Published: 2011-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Nine lives

Ellie rushed back to her place. I hurried after her, but I couldn’t keep up. By the time I got there, Ellie and her mum were getting into the car, taking Casper to the vet.

“Here – take this too,” I gasped, shoving the bag of cat food into Ellie’s hand. “It might help the vet to know what’s wrong with Casper.”

She took it, but I don’t know if she actually heard me. All her attention was on the cat basket held tenderly on her knees.

“I do hope he’s OK,” I said.

She didn’t answer. Her mum started the car, and they shot down the road like an ambulance racing to a motorway pile-up.

I am not a cat person, as I said before. All the same, I knew how Ellie felt about her cat – he was like part of the family. If Casper died…

I sent up silent prayers. Oh, don’t let him die – please, please, please.

Late in the afternoon, Ellie rang me. “He’s still alive,” she said, “but the vet doesn’t know if he’ll make it through the night. They’re keeping him at the clinic. Oh Phoebe! This is all my fault!”

“Your fault? Don’t be stupid. How could it be your fault?”

“I should have kept him indoors, I should have looked after him better…”

“Rubbish,” I said firmly. “Listen, you didn’t even know about the poison until I showed you the paper. That was only this morning, remember? By that time he’d probably eaten the stuff already.”

This didn’t seem to comfort her. She kept going on about how she should have known… after we found that cat in the park she should have been more careful. I could tell she was getting herself into a state.

I said, “Ellie, do you know what my mum always says? You can’t change what’s already happened, so it’s no good worrying about it. But you can change what’s going to happen.”

“How?”

“By praying about it.” I tried to sound more confident than I actually felt. “I’ve been praying for Casper already. You can, too.”

“I don’t know how,” she said. “Will you say one for me? Say it now, so I can hear.”

So I said a prayer for Casper over the phone, and silently added an extra bit. Please do it, God – or Ellie will think that praying is a total waste of time. (And so will I.)

Next morning Georgie shook me awake at the unearthly hour of ten-thirty.

“Go away,” I muttered. “It’s the holidays. I’m having a lie-in.”

“But Ellie’s on the phone. She said it’s urgent.”

My stomach lurched. It was bad news – somehow I just knew it. Reluctantly I picked up the phone. I was so sleepy and Ellie was talking so fast that for a minute I didn’t take in what she was saying.

“Casper’s OK! He’s going to be all right! The vet says he can come home. We’re just going to pick him up now.”

“Oh, Ellie! That’s great.” I felt weak with relief.

“The vet says Casper got better much quicker than any of the other cats.

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