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The mirror whispered, “Every bow is a wish.” I tied another in my fur.

Strawberry cream makes me brave. I sip, then skip to do what I couldn't.

Juju Bee diary

If your head is clear and all sadness is in the right spot, then sure,” Loulou said. “We can look around for the missing scissors.”

They learned the old arts because the old arts were waiting. They learned to press fabric with a cat’s patience, to fold corners until they

Normally, Juju Bee was raring to go to Design Class. But this time she lingered. Something felt odd.

Lollie thought about it. Maybe rules weren’t cages—they were stepping-stones. And maybe her swirls could wait until she’d learned the steps.

Cherie added, “If you want to enjoy extra, you can always bring a basket just for you. But at the tea table, we share.”

Maddie shook her head. “But we’re not sick, and we’re not dead.”

I nudged Poppy and whispered, “Cats don’t carry guilt like that. If you hiss at us, we cringe for a second, lick our paws, then move on. Gui

That’s the thing about me — I stumble, I spill, I drop. But when I do, something new appears. A crooked spoon becomes a magic wand, a topple

Inside, the air shimmered. This was no ordinary house. It was an atelier — once the grandest in town.

No kitten from the haunted houses had ever been chosen before.

So the kittens hatched a plan. If they had to go to town for “design daycare” to keep safe, then they would make the most of it.

Crooked,” said Violet, wrinkling her whiskers. “Magical,” corrected Poppy, her eyes sparking.

No one expected much from the shabby old house at the edge of town, but inside lived twelve kittens who never thought of their life as shabby at all.