Kitten Chaos/Magic Ballerina - The Magic Dance [antikvár]

Life with my gorgeous kitten Jaffa had become complicated. She had changed overnight from a cute, cuddly, playful little thing into a furry bundle of nerves. It had started with her leaving a ton of dead mice in some pretty awkward places (the microwave, on top of the telly, Dad's laptop case ) and now she'd decided that she was too scared to go outside. Dad was not impressed, as on top of all the mess this meant clearing out a litter tray every day. But I was worried. When I asked Jaffa what was going on, she refused to tell me anything. (NO, I'm not crazy — I can talk to cats.) I was getting to Ma^ic ^lioeg jH- Madame Za-Za opened the lid of a box on her desk and took out a pair of red ballet shoes. "I need your help. Holly/' she said. Holly Wilde stared at the shoes. Seeing them brought back so many memories. "I gave them to Chloe," she told her old ballet teacher. "I know, but they are too tight for her