Shadow and the tribe have made a decision: they’re leaving old Joseph’s house and searching for a new home. But there are many dangers on the streets for a tribe of stray cats (and a dog) who are no longer protected by four walls and a roof. Can Shadow still keep everyone together and bring up Sophia the kitten well, even though they’re now wild?

Cats Wild

Warmth and comfort are all I know. I cannot speak, but I can mewl and make snuffling noises to indicate my happiness and sadness. I’m not sure I feel much more than that. 


 There is no sight. I don’t know vision yet. The world of objects and animals is far away. I wait for it by my mother’s side with other senses opening up what little I can experience. 


 I know there are others around me. Brothers and sisters: kin. They are as small as me and feel warm to my paws, although I can’t figure out their appearances or numbers. 


 My ears work out that they snuffle and mewl just as I do. I touch the side of the cat who I know as my mother and hold onto her, knowing her for warmth and a rough tongue that cleans my body and lingers on my head. I think that is affection. 


Chapter Twelve