Quickly before the butler and the footmen returned, she broke off a piece of fish and passed it down to the cat. And then another and another until all of the fish had gone.
Through the rest of that long and lonely dinner, as the butler and the two footmen went back and forth with a succession of dishes for which she had no appetite, the cat kept her company, lying on her feet and purring softly.
Later that night when Elissa was lying wide awake in her luxurious bedroom, watching the moon travel slowly across the sky through the half-open curtains, she heard a scratching noise at her door.
“Hallo!” she called out, as she opened the door and the ginger cat slipped into the room and jumped onto her bed.
“So you found me up here too! What’s your name, puss? It should be ‘Marmalade’ as tha
