Lara The Runaway Cat: One cat’s journey to discover home is where the heart is. Sophie Pembroke

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СКАЧАТЬ course,’ Jennifer replied, pleasantly. But the moment we were out of earshot she murmured, ‘Don’t listen to her, Cleo. You’ll be on my lap, like always. You know I can’t fly without you! Goodness, I think my hands might be shaking already.’

      There was no ‘might’ about it. My carrier was jiggling around like blossom blowing past our window in Edinburgh as we walked down a long corridor towards another door.

      I almost didn’t notice when we boarded the plane. It was just like going through another door – like the one between the hallway and the bedroom at home, even. Except suddenly the windows were much, much smaller, and the chairs were all fixed in place, in narrow rows. I wondered if I got my own seat – there wasn’t going to be much room for me otherwise, in my carrier.

      One thing I could tell for certain, as we made our way down the path in the middle of the plane, behind the seats – there were plenty of small places for a fluffy cat like me to hide, if I wanted to. I probably couldn’t get off the plane once it was in the air, I supposed, but if Jennifer proved too annoyingly clingy, at least I could escape and hide somewhere else for a while, supposing she let me go long enough for me to run.

      Our seat was almost halfway down the plane, next to a window. I liked that. I understood windows, and I liked to look out. Hopefully, once I was out of my carrier, like Jennifer had promised, I’d be able to take a good look around.

      Really, it wasn’t all that much different to home yet.

      Jennifer settled into her seat comfortably, pulling out a magazine, a small pillow that tucked around her neck and a small bag of treats that I hoped were for me. Clearly, she knew just what a journey like this required – as Cleo had told me, she’d been doing this for a while.

      I supposed Jennifer herself was another clue as to why people went on adventures. She was searching for something, the perfect place to scatter Jeremy’s ashes. A bit like how Dad had adventured to China to find Gobi again, when she went missing.

      I wondered what I was looking for, besides an actual adventure. Whatever it was, I hoped I would figure it out before I found it.

      Another woman sat down beside Jennifer. A tall, thin woman with kind eyes, she smiled down at me, where I sat in my carrier, on the floor at Jennifer’s feet.

      Jennifer obviously noticed, because she said, ‘Hello! This is Cleo, she’s my Emotional Support Animal.’

      I didn’t correct her, obviously.

      ‘She’s beautiful,’ the woman said, peering through the slits in my carrier. I preened, just a little bit. Ragdoll cats really are the most beautiful animals. ‘Hello Cleo, I’m Caitlin.’

      ‘And I’m Jennifer.’ Jennifer leant in closer to Caitlin, and whispered, ‘As soon as those stewardesses are sat down, I’ll get her out to sit on my lap. Then you can get a proper look at her. She’s a purebred Ragdoll, you know. A very special cat.’

      ‘I’m sure she is.’ The other woman didn’t sound completely convinced that I was anything more special than a pretty cat, but then she hadn’t met me properly yet. She’d understand in time.

      Over the next few minutes, more and more people sat down in their seats, as the plane filled up. There were women and men in suits, with small, hard cases on wheels that they crammed into the boxes above the seats. There were families, with rucksacks and bags full of toys. There was at least one screaming baby that I hoped would go to sleep soon. And there were couples, holding hands and smiling as they found their seats.

      And with every person who boarded the plane, Jennifer grew more and more agitated. I wasn’t sure why, nothing had even happened yet. What was there to be afraid of?

      Gobi had told me, before we left Edinburgh, that take-off and landing were the scariest parts of flying. But we hadn’t taken off anywhere yet.

      Jennifer was obviously panicking in anticipation, though. First, she pulled my carrier up fully onto her lap, instead of letting it sit at her feet. Then she started hugging it – her arms wrapped around and squashing the soft material. I could smell her sweat through her clothes.

      Not a new favourite scent.

      ‘Are you okay?’ Caitlin asked, leaning forward with concern. ‘Do you need me to call someone?’

      ‘I’ll be fine,’ said Jennifer, unconvincingly. ‘I’ve got Cleo, she makes it all bearable.’

      ‘You don’t like flying,’ the woman realized. ‘That’s why you have your cat with you.’

      ‘Of course! Why else?’

      I caught a glimpse of the woman’s face through the slits of my carrier. She looked vaguely uncomfortable, and I guessed she wasn’t going to answer that question. I wondered what she’d assumed was wrong with Jennifer that she needed Cleo to go everywhere with her.

      ‘Are you sure I can’t get anything for you?’ she persisted. ‘Some water? A mint to suck on take-off?’

      Clearly feeling guilty for whatever assumptions she’d jumped to.

      ‘No, thank you,’ Jennifer replied. ‘I’ll be fine once we get going. It’s just this waiting, I do hate the waiting.’

      But just then, the pilot’s voice came over the intercom – just like Gobi had told me it would, when she’d been lecturing me about everything that would happen on our trip, since she’d done it all before. She’d just been lording it over me, of course. Making it clear that anything I did, she’d already experienced.

      But not this: this was my adventure with Jennifer.

      ‘We are cleared for take-off,’ the pilot said, and the plane started to move.

      Jennifer gave a sharp squeak, like one of Gobi’s toys when she’s played with it too roughly, and before I knew what was happening, I was out of my carrier and wrapped up directly in Jennifer’s arms. Just like the flight attendant had told her I shouldn’t be.

      Jennifer had a seat belt on. Outside of my carrier there was nothing at all to stop me hurtling through the plane on take-off. Well, nothing except Jennifer’s very strong embrace.

      Gobi hadn’t mentioned Dad doing anything like this when they were flying.

      Beside us, Caitlin made a soothing noise and patted Jennifer’s arm. I don’t know why she was bothering to try and soothe her when I was clearly the one in distress. I was the one with no security straps or cases, and who might actually be squeezed to death before we reached Australia anyway.

      Jennifer started talking, murmuring nonsense in my ears, all about Jeremy and being without him and how he’d want her to go visit her daughter and stuff. I tuned her out – nothing to do with me, after all – and instead focussed on the view out of the window, as a distraction from the squeezing of my middle.

      This window wasn’t like any of the others I’d stared out of before. It was smaller, for a start, and rounded. But the newest part was the view.

      As the plane tilted and rose, the ground sped away from us, the concrete river of the runway disappearing as we flew. Soon, I saw the green of trees and the roofs of houses below us, the blue of rushing water, and what I assumed СКАЧАТЬ