"Oyster!" I shouted after my fat cat."Get back here!" All I saw was his fat bulk as he ran out. "My name is Annika, I am 13 and living in London in the year 1854. I have an okay life you could say. Good friends, good family. SO I SHOULD STOP THINKING ABOUT FAT CATS CALLED OYSTER!" I muttered. As I picked up my book to go and read by the tree outside, I saw Samuel out of the corner of my eye. "Annika, finally!"