Lizzie cried out when she saw the wounds.
"Have you been in a fight, poor little thing?" she mumbled.
"Quite natural", Jack added. "This puss looks like she can put up with a lot. If only I could figure out who did this."
"Did what?", Sue curiously wondered.
"Bite it. I've never seen wounds as ugly as these. It must have been a pretty hard fight."
The cat seemed to relax in Sue's knee. That was what the family believed. But none of them saw the roving look or the claws who - without any reason - were spread out.
Nancy couldn't understand what had happened. She didn't want to understand. But she couldn't help noticing the changed behaviour of the cat. It seldom came to lie beside her at the end of the day. And if it did, it was shaking in an unnatural way. Nancy could clearly hear the pounding of the cat's heart. It went fast - too fast.
Jack finally advised her to let out the cat. Perhaps it needed to be left alone for a while. But a whole week passed and the cat seemed to have vanished without a trace.
"That poor little thing is probably off to the woods", Lizzie quietly said.
Nancy was inconsolable.
The cat lay outstretched in the glade, approximately 1 metre from the family's house. The eyes were half-closed. How she yearned to sleep! But she couldn't. As soon as she'd closed her eyes the terrible anxiety returned. A spasm went through her body, the eyes rolled around like a wheel, she flew up and arched her back.
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