Martina was always a good cat. She knew it from the way her owner scratched her head, let her curl up next to her by the fire, the way Martina's purring made her smile. She knew by the way that, when her owner's granddaughter would visit, she would always bring a carafe of milk and fresh fish for her. She knew by the way her wonder never seemed disgusted by the birds she dragged in - Günther, the cat from down the lane said that he would get scolded for doing the same. And so, Martina had thought of herself as a very lucky cat.

That was until the wolf entered. Martina had never been taught to fear wolves, but she thought them just oversized dogs, and disturbingly unnerved by her hissing. And so, she hid under the table until the smell went away - and it never did. When she emerged, it was dark out. Where was her owner? Where was her granddaughter, who was supposed to come before sunset?

Martina had to find out.

When Martina left the comfort under the bed, she was on edge. The wolf's smell never left, and had been there for days now. What had happened to her owner? As Martina entered the kitchen something didn't seem right. She saw her owner at the stove, cooking, but it still wasn't right. Her owner didn't have such big shoulders. Her owner wasn't as hairy, and her owner certainly did not smell like a wolf. Martina tried to run, but it was too late, the wolf had already smelled her, and turned around. Martina didn't think once before darting. She sprinted through the dining room, into the parlor, and out her cat door. She could feel the wolf right behind her. A nearby tree provided safety for her, and she climbed up it as fast as her quick kitten paws could carry her. The wolf burst out the door a second later, and took a look around. finding nothing, he went back inside, the door slamming shut behind him. Martina quivered in fear, and decided that she would stay in the tree until she could get help. As night fell, Martina got tired, so she quietly left the tree, and curled up under a bush to fall asleep.

Martina woke up early the next morning to the sound of someone coming up the path that led to her owner's house. Cautiously, she climbed the tree, and peered down. She gave a meow of joy when she saw that it was her owner's granddaughter. Maybe she could help.

Little Red Riding Hood was startled to see Martina outside this early. Usually her grandma's cat would sleep in late, and stay inside. As Martina did figure eights between her legs, hurriedly meowing. Red Riding Hood walked up to the porch. What had gotten into the cat. She took one last look at the cat, and then opened the door, ready to see her grandma.