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Anybody There - A The Script fan fic.

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The year is 1940 and London is on fire. The bombs don't stop hitting. Glen is forced to be evacuated to the countryside. But London calls once more ... Cover made by @starfromouterspace

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by MonkyingAround

by MonkyingAround

                                    
                                              

                          28th February 1940.
                          

                          We have a cat in the family. Her name is Jess and she is ... adorable. I like her. The dog however, is less than keen. Especially when the air raid alarm goes off and we all have to go in the shelter. Churchill doesn't like cats one bit but Jess seems to like, or at least tolerate Churchill. Jess is a pedigree cat. Forgive me if my spelling is wrong but I think she is called a Siamese cat. 
                          

                          How did we come to actually get such a cat? That's a good question.
                          

                          Mum's a softie that's how. Imagine the scene, the air raid alarm goes off last night and so we all hunker down in the Anderson shelter. Safe and out of harms way. After a good hour of sitting, we hear a padding on the roof of the Anderson. We don't think much of it because we are all tired and a tired mind can play the most amazing tricks on you. Terrible, but terrific tricks. Then about ten minutes later we hear a scratching and this time we can't ignore it. So we open the Anderson briefly to see this Siamese cat loitering around looking for shelter. Of course, we can't let the poor guy down so we let her in and I let her curl up on one of the two cushions that I brought from my room for the night. That's how it all started. 
                          

                          After the all clear sounds we all get out and the cat follows us to the door of our kitchen. We think that it's just a bit hungry and wants feeding and watering. So that's what we do. Give her some food and water. As mother always says 'give what you can to those who need it and if you have nothing to give, give your heart because that's everything you have.' In the end we gave the cat our heart as well as our home. 
                          

                          I quite like having a cat around. Jess acts as a lap warmer for when I am too cold. Plus Churchill cannot be a lap warmer; he's too big. Jess is just the right size. 
                          As I write this my eyes are starting to twitch with tiredness and Jess has just entered my bedroom and jumped up on my bed. I guess if I want a place on my bed tonight I'd better hurry and get to bed. 
                          

                          Night.