Chapter Nine
Sandy frowned, pausing as she bent to pick up the bag of yarn. She tilted her head, listening. Coco released a startled hiss. She heard her paws thump against the wood of the porch and the swish of the cat door her brother, Chad, installed in the screen door.
It was strange, but she swore she could hear the sound of several animals running through the yard. Straightening, she turned and walked over to the edge of the steps. Soft growls echoed through the air, coming closer.
Sandy started when she sensed more than heard a sound next to her. Her hands tightened on the post and she turned her head. Her lips parted when she saw three fuzzy shapes standing on the porch near her. Sandy turned to face them fully, her hand flying to her throat.
“Hi!” two childish voices called out
