“What ever is wrong, Kitty?” Frances shook her curls at the kitten. The cat’s eyes opened wide with urgency and looked toward the door. Frances heard cabinets opening downstairs. “That’s only Mummy or Daddy.” She told it doubtfully. The sound of breaking glass was heard. As if it were the kitten’s last chance, it bit her gently and ran to the window. “Oh, I do wish you could talk!” She whispered tiredly, but she followed it to the window. With a final glance, the cat jumped out the open window. Frances’ eyes closed as leaped out after it.
The scenery had changed dramatically. Instead of the grey buildings of London, bright colors were seen all around. Frances turned to the kitten who seemed to have grown larger. Looking at her hands, she realized that it was her who had changed.
“Where have you brought me, Kitty?” She inquired. INstead of answering, it purred and rubbed its head on her legs.