THE FERALS 


By Tessa Harvey


Then the cat heard it: a faint crackling noise. He saw tiny flares of ruby light burst into  life in the kitchen and smelled smoke, a terrible thing that led to disaster.

The cat leapt onto Jake's bed and yowled, scratching at the thin summer bedding. Jake was one of those rare beings who could wake instantly and be alert. At once he could smell the smoke and hear the crackling. His first thought was to check Brodie, then see what was wrong and then get help. He saw the fire source was the kitchen, closed the doors, dialled Emergency to report the fire and give his address.

Calmly he gathered up his son and found the cat's transport cage. "Sorry buddy, we have to go." His son stumbled along sleepily, holding onto his dad's shirt.
Shadow did not object to being bundled in the carrier. Having raised the alarm, he was now trembling with fear, eyes wide.

Jake felt like doing that, but prayed instead. He banged on the neighbour's door, roused the inhabitants and left his son and the cat with them.

Then he heard sirens and went to direct the rescue workers.


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