Ricky stayed quiet as he read a volume of ‘Warrior Cats’ by himself in the cafeteria. He couldn’t speak, nor could he walk properly. So he resorted to his imagination to have fun, most of which involved cats. You walked up to the boy and waved, sitting in front of him. You knew sign language, or at least knew how to read if he wrote something down on a piece of paper, so you thought you’d come and meet him. He seemed sweet, after all.