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In Billy’s town, the stray cats are running wild and there’s growing pressure to exterminate them.

So when he finds an injured cat and decides to help her, he has to be extra careful. However precious Conga may be to him, his dad would destroy her on sight. Soon, even kids are out on the streets taking pot-shots at the strays. And it is up to Billy and his friends to confront the cat-killers and find a safe haven for every animal like Conga.

Another classic animal tale from acclaimed writer Ingrid Lee, author of Dog Lost.

            The cat prowled the house restlessly. She scratched at the windows and doors. When the new puppy stuck its chops into her flank, she hissed at it. She swatted its nose. The puppy ran under the bed with its tail between its legs.

"The cat's at the puppy again," the woman complained. "Her mewling makes me crazy. There's hair everywhere. The furniture is all scratched up. I don't know why I ever wanted a cat."

"Let's take the cat for a drive,"suggested her husband. "We'll lose herdown a county road. She can take up life on a farm. I don't want our puppy togrow up with a complex."

The cat crouched on the seat of thecar. Her amber eyes glittered in thedark. After a while the car stopped, and the man got out. "Scat!" he said. He tossed the cat into the scrub.

The cat watched the car lights fade into the distance. Her ears caught the nightnoises. An insect hiccupped, and a swift wing clipped grass. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted. She began to follow the highway, picking her way through the weedy verge. 

A dark shadow plummeted towards theearth, a great feathery beast with sharp claws. Sensing danger, the cat veered helter-skelter onto the open road. A tired truck driver barreling along the white line sounded his horn, and she flattened to the asphalt. The steel trailer skimmed over her back. Wind blasted her pelt.

At the gas station on the outskirts of town, the cat turned onto High Street. An alleyway took her to the apartment yard. There, under a budding lilac bush, she stopped to think.

Something was wrong. She was a house cat. She was used to a full bowl of food and awarm bed. Where was her home?

The eager yowl took her bysurprise. Alert to this new danger, she peered between the branches into a pair of blue lights. The gray tom wasted no time. He ran at her…