I. A Puzzle
Look! This is Pinky. She is white, but her ears and nose are pink. And that is Blackie. He has got a grey body and a black tail. They are very nice and they are my sister and brother. They are my friends, too. And this is me. I am Reddy. I am red, and red is my favorite color. We are kittens and we are little.
We have got a mother. But she is not with us now. She is with her sister. Mrs Paw visits and helps us. She is our mum's friend.
It is sunny today. We are in the garden now. Pinky is on the swing. She is swinging. Blackie is in an armchair. He is reading. And I am in a tree. I am watching the birds.
Pinky is very happy and she sings.
"Please, Pinky, don't sing!" says Blackie. "I can't read!"
"Don't read," says Pinky. "Listen to my song."
"But I want to read," says Blackie.
"And I want to sing!" says Pinky.
Pinky sings and Blackie is very angry. He takes his radio and turns it on.
Now Pinky is angry. She can't hear her song. She jumps down, comes up to Blackie and turns the radio off.
"Why are you doing that?" she asks. "Can you read when the radio is singing?"
Blackie looks at her and says:
"I can't read when the radio is singing. But you can sing when I am reading. That is not fair. But now I can't read and you can't sing. It is fair."
I, Reddy, don't like when my friends are not happy. I climb down the tree and go to them. I come up and say:
"Pinky, you can sing in the house. Then Blackie can't hear you and he can read. Or Blackie, you can read in the house. Then you can't hear Pinky and she can sing in the garden."
Blackie and Pinky are nice kittens.
"OK, I am going into the house," they say together.


II. A Nice Day

We are in the house today. It is raining.
Pinky likes the cupboard. Now she is sleeping in the cupboard. Blackie likes the sofa. Now he is sitting on the sofa. I like the chair. Now I am playing with my tail under the chair.
"Can I play with you?" asks Blackie.
"But I am playing with my tail," I say. "I can't play with my tail and with you."
Blackie is sad. He wants to play and he plays with his tail.
Pinky wakes up. She comes out of the cupboard and looks at us.
"What are you doing?" she asks.
"We are playing with our tails," we answer.
"But it is not good. Can't you play together?" asks Pinky.
"How can we? Reddy is playing with his tail and I am playing with mine," says Blackie.
Pinky thinks and thinks and she says:
"You can play together. You, Blackie, can play with Reddy's tail. And you, Reddy, can play with Blackie's tail."
"You are very clever," Blackie and I say.
Pinky is very happy. Blackie and I are happy, too. Now we are all playing together. Pinky is playing with my tail, I am playing with Blackie's tail and Blackie is playing with Pinky's.
What a nice day!



III. An Apple Ball

It is autumn. It is September. It is Pinky's birthday today. She is eight months. She has got two presents: Blackie's present and my present. Blackie's present is a small red ball and my present is a box of chocolates. Mrs Paw visits us in the morning. She gives Pinky a big birthday cake and goes home because she has got a baby son there.
Pinky makes tea for us. We drink tea and eat chocolates together. Then we play with a small red ball. We play and play. Pinky catches the ball with her teeth. Oh no! There is a hole in the ball. We can't play with it now.
Pinky is very sad. She cries.
"I have not got any presents now," she says. "There are no chocolates and there is not a ball."
"Please, don't cry!" I say. "We can go and play in the garden. There are a lot of apples on the grass. We can play with the apples."
We go to the garden and we play with the apples. When there is a hole in the apple, we eat it up and play with another apple.
Pinky is happy now. She likes apples. They are red, you can play with them and you can eat them.