At home Tuppence tried to slide in unnoticed but "You're late," said her step-sister, Amber. "You'll be in trouble," crowed Jade, Amber's twin.
  "You're late back," said her mother as she entered the kitchen. "Hurry up, take off your coat and wash your hands, tea's ready. Amber and Jade have helped me with the tea so you can wash up."
  Yes Mum," she said meekly.She wouldn't give Amber and Jade the satisfaction of complaining about washing up.
  After tea Tuppence decided to use the computer to search the net for 'metal detectors' and 'treasure'. She had just begun the search when Jade cried out "Our turn!" You had it last night." Fuming, she gave it up in silence. She was certain the only reason they wanted it was because they knew she did.
  When Mum had said she was going to marry Mike, Tuppence had been pleased. She thought it would be fun to have sisters only a year younger than she was. Amber and Jade, however, had never tried to be friendly to her, they had each other and that was enough for them.  Identical, they were very pretty with big blue eyes and long, straight fair hair. Tuppence, tall for her fourteen years with wildly curly red hair, freckles and green eyes took after her father. She looked nothing like any of the family she had now and she felt the odd one out.
  Mum and Mike were watching something boring on television so she went to her room to read. When Mike and his girls had moved in Mike had converted the loft into a room and Tuppence had moved up there so that Amber and Jade could have her bedroom. It was smaller than her old bedroom but she didn't mind that. The window was a skylight through which she could watch the stars and moon moving silently across the sky while she lay on her bed. There was nothing to be seen tonight, it was too cloudy.
  She had just found her place in the book when rain started to fall. Hearing the sound of it splashing on the pane she looked up and saw water running over the pane like, like, like a cat, that was ridiculous! She stood up and took a better look and there was a cat, a very wet cat, peering in at her.
  Tuppence liked cats and dogs. They lived near a busy road, Mike said a cat would probably be run-over and it would be unfair to have a dog because every-one was out during the day. The children had not been enthusiastic about the idea of animals in cages or a goldfish so they had no pets.
  She stood on the bed and opened the skylight. The cat leapt past her, landed on her bed and shook vigorously, spattering water
everywhere. She realised it was the chocolate brown cat that had stared her out at the beach.
  "You've made everywhere wet," she complained.
  "Then I must apologise," said the cat."
Tuppence froze. She looked at the cat, which was licking itself dry in an ordinary, cat-like way. She climbed off the bed carefully and backed out of the room. She closed the door and paused to think, then  she went downstairs.
  "Mum, where's the thermometer?" she said.
  "What do you want it for?" said Mum.
  "Shsh," said Mike. He was trying to hear the television.
  "Well," Tuppence whispered, "Do you remember when I was ill, I thought I saw something that wasn't there and you said it was because I had a fever?"
  "Of course I do," Mum said.
Mike sighed and turned up the volume.
  "Well," said Tuppence, "I think I must have a fever now because I've been hearing things."
  Mum stood up and felt Tuppence's forehead. "You feel quite cool," she said. "What sort of thing did you think you heard?"
  Tuppence realised she couldn't say there was a cat in her room -perhaps she had imagined the whole thing.
  "Oh, it's doesn't matter," she said. "I must have made a mistake."
  Mum's expression showed she was surprised to hear Tuppence admit she might be mistaken, it was most unusual. Perhaps she was ill after all. "The thermometers in the bathroom cabinet," said Mum, "if you want to be sure. (Check kinds of thermometers now)
  Tuppence put the thermometer ……….. and sat on the edge of the bath. She waited a long time but, when she looked at it, it was normal. She tried for a bit longer. It was definitely, absolutely normal. She climbed the steps to her room and opened the door a crack. She peered in - there was no cat. Perhaps she'd fallen asleep and dreamt it all. She went over to her bed to pick up her book. There were dark wet patches on the bedclothes.
  She heard a movement behind her, she dared not turn round.
  "You are not imaging things." said a voice, "I can talk because, despite all appearances, I am not a cat."
She turned then and saw it sitting on her chest of drawers. Its ears were large and pointed and it had an unusually long neck.  Its coat was richly brown deepening to a black outline around extraordinary, brilliant amber eyes but, however unusual, it definitely looked like as cat.
  "W-what are you then?" she stammered.
  “I,” said the cat, “am a God.