Lindsay Ryan

One of whom - Kevin could never remember which was which - he spotted in an upstairs window. No, it was not sitting calmly. It was pacing back and forth along the sill, agitated, and Kevin had just glimpsed flashes of movement further back in the room It was then, he saw that the window was ajar. No not ajar, blowing back and forth in the wind. His eyes travelled outward. From the billowing curtain, to the unhooked latch, to the edge, to the branch of the great old walnut tree beyond, to the inevitable, unwelcome sight of first his daughter inching her way towards the trunk and then further in, the source of her interest. Kevin and Juliet's other cat.