"But I don't want to sit in the cupboard all morning. And I can find holes, too. I found one out in the shed yesterday. A big, big one. I'd rather watch that one if I have to watch any."
"Very well," said his aunt. "You may do as you please about it, but I think you'd be much more likely to catch a mouse in the cupboard."
"I'd rather watch in the shed."
His mother, too, said he might do as he chose about it, but neither she nor Aunt Tabby had much hopes he would catch anything.
"I'll have to go out and tell Fluffy I can't play this morning," said Jazbury.
"Don't be long," said his mother. "Come straight back as soon as you have told him."
Jazbury promised he would, and then he ran out into the kitchen and mewed for the cook to open the outside door for him.
"Bother those cats!" scolded the cook. "It takes all my time letting them in and out."
She left the soup she was stirring and came over and opened the door, and the kitten ran past her out into the sunny yard.
Fluffy was sitting on the top step of the ladder, looking over the fence and waiting for him.