CHAPTER TWO When Whiskers peered out the window, her eyes widened. She spotted a kitten playing next to an oak tree. The kitten was with a kind, old man who was nailing a home for a chirping bird onto a post. The kitten’s coat was ginger, like a blazing sunset. Her eyes sparkled. The kitten seemed to be just what Whiskers had been looking for most. Whiskers mind was firm; she told herself she wanted to meet the kitten.