Chapter 9A ginger cat sat on the apex of the tiled roof and curled her elegant tail around her body. Her amber eyes searched left and right. A feeble mouse stirred between her front toes; its struggle futile.
Nahla hated the busy street and the impatient cars beyond the pedestrian walkway. She preferred the gabled ends of the roof dwellers to move around, venturing no further into the world of men than she needed to. Her God given purpose was to rid the joined buildings on this side of the street of vermin. She navigated windowsills and eaves with consummate skill, always turning up at Jayden’s bedroom door none the worse for wear.
Her ticked ginger coat paid lip service to the recessive gene which made little orange females uncommon. Cream stripes leaked through on her legs and tail; th
