Whiskers Has a Secret

A Tail of Secrets and Surprises

De: Mike Craig

Narrado por: Nicholas Dean Taylor

Everyone agreed that Whiskers was a very quiet cat. He lived in a little yellow house at the end of Maple Street. The paint was peeling, the steps were creaky, and the windows always appeared warm, even in the winter. People who walked by sometimes spotted him sitting in the front window with his gray fur perfectly clean and his white paws tucked under him like he was made of porcelain. He didn’t move much. He didn’t make a lot of noise. Mrs. Turner from next door used to say, “That cat never meows.”

“Probably doesn’t have much to say,” Mr. Alvarez would say.

That wasn’t true. Whiskers had a lot to say. He only spoke when people weren’t around. Lily, the girl who lived in the yellow house, had Whiskers since she was six. She was ten now, which was old enough to notice minor things. She saw that Whiskers looked at the world with attentive, thoughtful eyes. She saw that he always seemed to know when the phone was about to ring or when a storm was coming. She saw that he never chased birds for joy, never knocked things from shelves, and never acted like the other cats she watched in movies online. Lily would sometimes talk to him while she did her homework at the kitchen table.

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