Karen's Kittycat Club Page #3

Karen wants to start her own club! Karen's best friend Hannie just got an adorable new kitten. Their neighbor Amanda has a cat, too, and Karen has grumpy old Boo-Boo. Now that they all have cats, Karen comes up with a great idea. She wants to start a Kittycat Club! What will the club do? Karen can't baby-sit like her big sister Kristy... but she can cat-sit! Will anyone want to hire Karen and her friends?

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Mommy: Good luck, honey.

What if everyone on Daddy's street goes on vacation?

They'll all ned cat-sitters, so we will be very, very busy. And very, very rich.

Chapter 6:
Monday. Back to school. I like our class, don't mind.

Karen: Hannie! Hannie! Wait up!

Hannie and I are both in second grade. Our teacher is Ms. Colman. She's very nice.

Karen: Did we get any messages? Does anyone need a cat-sitter?

Hannie: You could say “hello” first.

Karen: Hello.
Does anyone need a cat-sitter?

Hannie: Nope. Sorry.

Karen: Were there any messages at all?

Hannie: Nope.

Karen: Hi, Hannie! Does anyone need a cat-sitter?

Hannie: Nope.

Karen: Darn. The Kittycat Club is not working -- yet. But it will.

Nancy: What's the Kittycat Club?

This is Nancy Dawes. She's my little-house best friend. Hannie is my big-house best friend. Sometimes this is confusing. Both of my best friends are in my class. See? Karen Two-Two.

Karen: The Kittycat Club is our cat-sitting business.

Nancy: Who's in the club?

Karen: Hannie and me and Amanda Delaney.

Nancy: How could you start a club with me?

Karen: I'm sorry, but you can't be in this club.

Nancy: Why not?

Karen: Because you don't have a cat. You have to have a cat to be in the Kittycat Club. That's the rule.

Nancy: Well, I think that is very unfair. You can't have a club without your best friend!

No calls in two days, and now Nancy is mad at me.
I guess I really hurt her feelings.

Karen: Does anyone have a cat-sitter?

Hannie: No. We haven’t gotten a single message.

Karen: Darn, darn, darn. I’m so mad! I mean, I mean -- Oh well. We don’t have any jobs yet. But we will soon!

Hannie: Hi. We didn’t get any messages. No one needs a cat-sitter.

Karen: Darn.

Karen: How did you know I was going to ask you about that?

Hannie: Because you asked me about it every single morning since we started the club.

Oh.

Nancy: How’s the Kittycat Club?

Karen: Great! We have so much fun. We’ll get any jobs any day now. I’m sure someone will need a cat-sitter soon…

Karen: Good morning. Does anyone have a cat-sitter?

Hannie: Nope.

This weekend, I'm staying at the little house, so I can't see Hannie. I'll have to call her instead.

Karen: Hi, it's me!

Hannie: No one needs a cat-sitter.

Karen: I'll call Amanda and give her the bad news.

Hannie: Okay. I'll see you on Monday.

Karen: Yeah. See you.

Chapter 7:

*Ding-Dong!*

Karen: I'll get it! I'll get it! Hi, Nancy!

Nancy: Hi.

Nancy: Karen?

Karen: Yeah?

Nancy: I have to ask you something? Can I please be in the Kittycat Club? Puh-lease?

Karen: I really want to let Nancy join. But I can't. There's a rule. Nancy, I'm really sorry. I want to --

Nancy: I know, I know. Let's start a club of our own. Okay, Karen?

Nancy: We'll start a new Kittycat Club. You and I will be the only people in it. I'll let you to be the president.
Okay?

Karen: I can't do that. I told you before. If you want to be in the Kittycat Club, you have to have a cat. And you don't have one.

Nancy: Can I borrow Goosie?

Karen: You have to have a real cat. Like Boo-Boo or Pat or Priscilla. I'm sorry. That's the club rule.

Nancy: Karen, that's not fair!

Karen: Poor Goosie.

Nancy: Your club is stupid, anyway! Stupid Kittycat Club! It isn't even working. You haven't gotten one single job!

Karen: Why do you want to be in the club so bad, then?
And anyway,we will get jobs. We just haven't gotten any yet.

Karen: And our club is not stupid. You are stupid. You are mega stupid.

Nancy: Am not!

Karen: Are too!

Nancy: Am not. And good-bye. I'm leaving. We are not best friends anymore.

Karen: Forever?

Nancy: No, just until Monday. Good-bye.

Karen: Good-bye!

*SLAM!*

Karen: Hannie, does anyone need a cat-sitter?

Hannie: Yup!

Karen: What?

Hannie: Last night, Mrs. Werner from down the street called! She's going away on vacation and needs someone to feed Kibble, her cat.

Karen: And she called us?

Hannie: Yeah. She saved our flier.

Karen: Well…now what?

Hannie: I told her someone would come over this afternoon to talk to her about the job.

Karen: Which one of us?

Hannie: Amanda has a piano lesson today…

Hannie: And I have a Brownie meeting. So you will have to go to her house.

Karen: This is so exciting!

Nancy: What's going on?

Karen: Oh, Nancy! We got our first cat-sitting job! The Kittycat Club is working at last!

Nancy: Great…

Karen: But Hannie, how am I supposed to get to Mrs. Werner's house today?

Karen: And how will I feed her cat when I live way over at the little house?

Hannie: Why don't you ask your mom to drive you over there?

Karen: Okay.

I'm still worried. I don't know if Mommy will drive me to Mrs. Werner's. Maybe I just need to tell her that it's really, really, really, really important.

Chapter 8:

Mommy: I can't drive you there every time you have to feed Kibble.

Karen: That's okay. Maybe Hannie and Amanda will help me.

Mommy: Do you want me to go in with you? I know Mrs. Werner, and she's very nice, so you may go alone. But if you want company, Andrew and I can come with you.

Karen: I better go myself. Thank you, though.

A grown-up cat-sitter should not bring her mother along.

Mrs. Werner: Hi!

Karen: Hi, Mrs. Werner! I'm Karen Brewer, your cat-sitter. I'll feed Kibble for you.

Mrs. Werner: You're the -- Why don't you come in?

Mrs. Werner: Please sit down.

Wow. This is a really big chair.

Mrs. Werner: I guess my ears aren't what they used to be. When I called, I was told the cat-sitters are Katie Bower, Hannah Papadaddy, and Amelia Delaine, ages sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen.

Karen: Um, no. We are Karen Brewer, Hannie Papadakis, and Amanda Delaney, ages six, seven, and eight.

Mrs. Werner: Oh! Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry, Karen. Silly me.

Karen: Do, um, you still want me to feed Kibble?

Mrs. Werner: Well, the truth is, honey…
I was hoping to find someone a little older than you.

Karen: Okay.

Karen: Well, if I hear about someone, I'll tell them to call you.

That's the grown up thing to do.

Mrs. Werner: Thank you Karen!

Karen: You're welcome.

Mommy: How did it go?

*Sniff Sniff*

Karen: Friday again. That means it's time to go to Daddy's. I can't wait to see everyone at the big house this weekend.

Karen: I'm feeling better. It's not my fault Mrs. Werner won’t give us a chance. I know i’m a good cat-sitter. Don't I feed Boo-Boo and Rocky all the time?

Karen: Hi, everyone! We're home!

David Michael: Hey Andrew, I caught a huge spider. Wanna see it?

Andrew: Yeah!

Elizabeth: Karen, do you want to help with dinner?

Karen: Yeah!

Daddy: Can you mix these vegetables together? They are for our salad.

Karen: Okay.

I wish the Kittycat Club with finally get a job.

Maybe…maybe no one has saved our fliers. Maybe they threw them out.

Karen: Elizabeth, You kept the Kittycat Club flier, don't you?

Elizabeth: Of course, sweetie. I put it front and center on the fridge. See? It's lovely.

Karen: Would you call the Kittycat Club if you needed a cat-sitter?
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