The first thing I do when we get home is check on Sir Pounce. And you know what? That cat is curled up and snoring on my bed!

“Sir Pounce!” I cry, bouncing next to him. “You’re not a fish anymore!”

I run my hand over his ears and down his back. Then he stretches, hops onto the floor, and hides under my dust ruffle.

Getting down on my hands and knees, I peek under my bed. “Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!”

Sir Pounce darts out from under my bed and drops something on the floor in front of me. It’s a seashell from Inky’s treasure chest!

I turn the shell over in my hand. It’s real!

Sir Pounce curls into my lap and paws at the shell. I give him a kiss on the head and say, “Let’s keep this our little sea-cret.”

“Mrr-row!” he meows, and this time I think I understand him.