Fog Hounds, Wind Cat, Sea Mice by Joan Aiken

Author:Joan Aiken
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Open Road Integrated Media
Published: 2015-07-07T14:54:05+00:00

Now and again Lukey would glance up at the sky and murmur a few words. Sometimes nothing happened, but sometimes she would laugh with pleasure and excitement as a tiny spiral of cloud whirled round above them and blew a few yellowing leaves off an apple tree. Wind Cat sometimes stretched out a lazy paw and tapped one of the leaves as it scuffled by.

“Wait a while, Wind Cat!” Lukey warned him. “Not just yet! Not until you are quite better.”

“Oh dear, have you got your head stuck in that old book again?” sighed Aunt Mildrith, passing by with a garden trowel or her sky-watching telescope. “Don’t you think it would be better if you put it back in the cupboard and invited a couple of your school friends to tea?”

But Lukey said that her school friends found two miles from the village too far to walk.

By the time the Blydes came back from Bournemouth, Wind Cat’s wounds were healed, and he no longer limped. But now he had discovered how comfortable it was in Aunt Mildreth’s kitchen, where he had lain on a blanket in front of her glowing stove while his wounds were at their worst. And he was not at all inclined to return to Bide-a-Wee. In fact he simply refused to go. Time after time Aunt Mildrith picked him up and carried him round.

Before she was back at her front door, Wind Cat would be there before her, or through the kitchen window. He made it plain that was where he preferred to live.

Mr. Blyde was very annoyed about this. He came round to say so.

“Much obliged to you, of course, for taking care of Tib while we were away—but what’s the use of having a cat that’s never at home? In my opinion your niece plays with Tib too much. That’s the truth of the matter. I’d be obliged if you’d tell her to stop. She ought not to encourage him to come round here. People should not entice away other people’s animals.”

He was in the middle of saying all this to Aunt Mildrith, standing, very red-faced and indignant on her front doorstep, when Wind Cat shot through the open garden gate, closely pursued by the barking, yelling, snapping, slavering Tinker. Wind Cat dashed round the corner of Aunt Mildrith’s house.

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