Peregrine glanced down at the heaving paper-bag. "It's a kitten," he said. "I rescued it."
"What do you mean, you rescued it?" said Midge suspiciously. "You don't perhaps mean that you stole it?"
"Of course not," said Peregrine, "the grocer said I could have it. It'll be much happier at the Palazzo Fandola than with the grocer."
"I doubt it," said Midge, "I can't imagine a nicer place for a kitten than a grocer's shop, all that delicious ham and cold meat. Besides, the Venetians love cats - that's why there are so many in Venice."
From WHERE IS SUSAN? Chapter 15, V.I.P. Treatment.
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