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On March 16th and March 17th this book of cat stories is free:

Excerpt from Chapter 3.

About 7pm, I put some food out for the cats and Gemma came running for her food, but Freddie didn’t. I immediately became suspicious and went downstairs with a torch. Sure enough, the beam of light picked out a forlorn looking Freddie who had jumped down behind the wall and now seemed stuck. I tried to grab him by leaning over the wall, but my arm wasn’t long enough. Freddie was miaowing and trying to get out of his predicament by clawing at the wall.
I had an idea that if I could get Freddie to climb into a bag with long handles then I could pull him out from behind the wall. I had such a bag and as I just taking it out of the cupboard there was a tremendous crash accompanied by the sound of glass smashing and a table collapsing. Freddie had decided to take matters into his own paws, as it were. When I went back downstairs, Freddie was sitting on a chair trying to look innocent. The dining table was semi-collapsed and the reading lamp was lying on the ground with its glass cover shattered into hundreds of pieces. One of the dining chairs was lying on its side.

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