The cat guided the raven around the hut. ‘And here’s your perch, and she’s decorated the tree out there with little mirrors for you …’ The cat boffed his head against the window.
‘Uh … you can sleep in this bed. You can sleep in mine if you like but I will probably sit on you … are you all right?’ The cat’s whiskers quirked.
The raven shuffled her wings. ‘It’s all wonderful, I just … don’t understand why she went to all this trouble. What does she expect in return?’
The cat blinked slowly. ‘Nothing. But she’s a bit foolish and needs looking after. You can help me if you want.’
The raven thought she probably would.