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was eager to explore.
    Exciting smells filled her nostrils. Where should she go first? Should she follow the delicious scent of mouse? Or maybe she should play with the moths.
    An awful smell stopped her in her tracks. Dog! She glanced in the direction of the smell.
    One of Tina’s neighbors had a bulldog chained to a doghouse. Wendy perched above him for a moment. She knew him—he chased all the neighborhood cats. She dropped into the yard.
    Wendy arched her back and hissed. The dog barked and lunged for her, but he was yanked back by the chain attached to his collar. Wendy stood just outside his reach and calmly washed her paws with her rough tongue. Doesn’t the dopey dog know he can’t reach me? she thought. The dog went crazy. He looked silly, tugging at his chain. And he barked really loudly.
    This is fun! Wendy thought. Serves you right, picking on cats so much smaller than you.
    When the lights went on in the house, Wendy bounded out of the yard. She went on prowling. The night breeze was cool on her fur and whiskers. Wendy stopped and reached her front legs up a pine tree. She plunged her claws into the bark and stretched. Mmmmmmmmmm. It felt as good as scratching a really bad itch.
    A fluttering moth caught her eye, and Wendy chased it through an empty lot. The exercise made her body feel great. She leaped up onto the high fence where the moth had alighted.
    Wendy’s head whipped around to gaze at the house behind the fence. A strong, familiar scent floated toher from the house and through the yard. It was Nancy’s scent!
    Wendy the werecat found Nasty Nancy’s house.
    An image of Nancy’s sneering face filled her mind.
    Nancy hates cats, Wendy remembered. She’s allergic to them.
    Wendy thought of Nancy’s mean pranks and teasing.
    I think I’ll pay Nancy a little visit, Wendy decided. I’ll see if she is allergic to werecats, too!
    Wendy strolled along the top of the fence. She jumped into a leafy elm tree and climbed it to the top. Then she leaped into another tree and onto the roof of Nancy’s house.
    Her super-sharp nose told her she was directly above Nancy’s room. Without even thinking about the height, she jumped down onto the windowsill below her. Good! The window was open a few inches.
    Just enough space for Wendy—in cat form.
    She pushed her head through the opening. She scanned Nancy’s room. Posters of rock stars covered the walls. A pink teddy bear sat on the dresser. On the opposite side of the room Nancy lay sleeping. Her covers were pulled up around her ears.
    Wendy bounded into the room. On a large armchair next to the bed she saw a neatly folded pair of pink leggings and an oversize purple sweater. Nancy’s clothes for tomorrow, Wendy realized. Well, she thought, if Nancy doesn’t like cat clothes, she’ll really hate cats in her clothes!
    Wendy leaped onto the chair. She made a nest ofthe soft clothes, kneading them with her claws. She rubbed her body all over the outfit. She knew she was leaving her scent and cat hairs in the fabric.
    She glanced over at Nancy sleeping peacefully. You’re in for a big surprise, Nancy , Wendy told her silently. I bet you’re going to sneeze your head off tomorrow.
    Nancy still didn’t wake up. Wendy watched her for a moment. Then an idea came to her.
    Should I? she wondered. Do I dare? Wendy felt her werecat wildness tug at her. She approached the bed. Wendy gracefully leaped up beside Nancy. She waited a moment, making sure the movement didn’t wake Nancy. But Nancy never stirred.
    Nancy slept with two pillows. Wendy stepped carefully to the pillow Nancy wasn’t using. Then she plopped down on top of it, rolling back and forth.
    When she was done, she daintily walked beside Nancy and sat at the foot of the bed. It was so easy! So much fun!
    Wendy was pleased with herself. She’d been very bold. Much bolder than usual! She began to groom herself. She licked her