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Chapters (60)
  1. Copyright Notice
  2. Dedication
  3. TED BANNERMAN
  4. OLIVIA
  5. TED
  6. DEE
  7. TED
  8. OLIVIA
  9. DEE
  10. TED
  11. OLIVIA
  12. DEE
  13. TED
  14. OLIVIA
  15. TED
  16. OLIVIA
  17. TED
  18. DEE
  19. OLIVIA
  20. TED
  21. OLIVIA
  22. TED
  23. DEE
  24. OLIVIA
  25. TED
  26. OLIVIA
  27. TED
  28. OLIVIA
  29. TED
  30. DEE
  31. TED
  32. LAUREN
  33. OLIVIA
  34. TED
  35. OLIVIA
  36. DEE
  37. TED
  38. OLIVIA
  39. TED
  40. OLIVIA
  41. DEE
  42. OLIVIA
  43. TED
  44. OLIVIA
  45. DEE
  46. TED
  47. LAUREN
  48. TED
  49. LAUREN
  50. TED
  51. NIGHT OLIVIA
  52. TED
  53. LITTLE TEDDY
  54. TED
  55. AFTERWORD
  56. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  57. BIBLIOGRAPHY
  58. Also by Catriona Ward
  59. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  60. Newsletter Sign-up

That is when it happened. A soft white glow gathered on his chest, over the place where his heart must be. The glow became a cord, reaching out through the air. The cord approached me. I rowed and struggled. But I was held fast. I felt the light encircle my neck, link me to his heart. It didn’t hurt. It bound us together. I don’t know if he felt it too—I like to think he did.

Then he brought me home to this nice warm house where I can sleep all the time and get stroked. I don’t even have to look at the outside world if I don’t want to! The windows are all boarded up. Ted made me an indoor cat and I’ve never had to worry about anything since. This is our house which is just for us, and no one else is allowed in. Apart from Night-time, of course, and the green boys and Lauren. I could do without some of them, to be honest.

I suppose I should describe us. That is what they do in stories. This is difficult. I can never tell the teds on TV apart. I don’t know what details are relevant. I mean, my Ted is kind of a sandy color? And he has patches of red fur on his face and thicker fur on his head, which is a somewhat darker shade, like varnished wood.

As for me, Ted always calls me “you,” or “kitten.” But my name is Olivia. I have a thin slice of white down my chest, which sets off my coal-black coat. My tail is long and slim like a wand. My ears are large with a wide swivel and a delicate point. They are very sensitive. My eyes are the shape of almonds and green like cocktail olives. I think it’s OK for me to say that I am beautiful.

Sometimes we’re a great team and sometimes we fight. It’s just the way it goes. The TV says you have to accept everyone, teds and cats alike, for who they are. But you also have to have boundaries. Boundaries are important.

That’s enough for now. Feelings are very tiring.

I come out of my doze with a start, to the sound of faraway chimes, or a high voice calling.

I shake my head to clear it of the dream. But the noise goes on. Is there someone tiny singing somewhere? I don’t like it. EeeeeeEEEEeeeee.