Chapter FourteenMeadow started jogging toward the cat. “It’s got to be! She’s wearing a crocheted sweater!”
Beatrice said in alarm, “Wait! Hold on, Meadow, you’re going to scare her off.”
“But Maisie is always so laid back,” scoffed Meadow. “She should be glad to see us.”
Wyatt said, “Beatrice is probably right, Meadow. Maisie might still be a little freaked out by being outside. Besides, there are all these people here and a lot of commotion. Let’s approach her really cautiously so she won’t run off.”
Maisie was indeed skittish. She hesitated at first when they got within a few yards of her, but then bolted off.
Meadow was desperately scrabbling in her purse. “Surely I’ve got some food in here that we could lure her with. That’s definitely Maisie. Oh, Miss Sissy is going to be so rel
