His instincts started screaming that something was terribly wrong when he couldn’t find her. Struggling to shake off the panic, he debated his next move. Then, as if answering his silent plea, a monkey appeared, clutching something tightly in its tiny hands.
The sight hit Tom like a thunderbolt—there, wriggling helplessly, was Mimi, his precious kitten. A wave of terror and resolve surged through him. Without a second thought, Tom plunged into the underbrush, racing after the monkey with every ounce of strength he had.