"That'll be Fluff," Tibbs said to himself.
"The little devil! He's trying to get the fish bones from the garbage can. And he's already had a whole fillet. I'd better go and have a look before he upsets the can completely. 1'll only have to sweep everything up."
Tibbs stood up and opened the kitchen door.
And he nearly jumped out of his skin.
It wasn't Fluff. It was a young woman. The young woman from the tree. And she was busy rummaging through his garbage can. There was only one way she could have got in-through the skylight.
She turned around as soon as she heard him. She had a big fish bone in her mouth. She looked so much like a timid wet stray cat that Tibbs had to stop himself from shouting, "Scat! Be off with you!" But he didn't say anything.
She took the bone out of her mouth and gave him a friendly smile. She had slightly slanting green eyes.
"Please forgive me," she said. "I was sitting on the roof with your cat, Fluff. And the smell was so wonderful. So I climbed in through the skylight. He's still outside."