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‘No, it doesn’t seem very hopeful. It seems he’s got legal justification for his actions,’ continued Angie. ‘If he has been up to anything crooked, none of us are going to be able to prove it.’
All Saffron could say to her family was: ‘Well ... we’ll keep fighting anyway. Where do you think Patrick got that cool tee- shirt? I’m going to bed, I’m so tired, see you in the morning.’
Kiwi, the killer-kitten, was sprawled fast asleep on the quilt. She lay on her back with her paws curled up and her marmalade and grey underbelly temptingly exposed. Saffron rubbed her hand through the deep, soft belly-fur. The kitten wrapped her paws around the hand and gently but firmly sank in her fangs.
‘Ouch!’ squealed Saffron. ‘You certainly would make mincemeat of Mobo! Imagine what it would be like to be that small. I must even be like a giant to you; but I suppose Magic must think I’m a real midget - her neck is stronger and thicker than my whole body. Do you understand me when I talk to you Kiwi? I wouldn’t be as surprised if you talked back to me, now that I’ve met an animal that really does.’
Kiwi, however, simply purred and moved closer as Saffron snuggled under the quilt. Sometimes body-language is the clearest way to communicate.