A cold wind blew across the town, making the fallen leaves rustle in their place. Twolegs were retreating to their stone dens, and monsters were being led into their brick caves. Dogs were quieted, returning as well to the Twoleg dens. The city seemed silent… Except that somewhere deep in the town, a gray she-cat yowled her distress.
“Coal! Help me!” The gray cat screeched.
The tom stared at the she-cat, wishing he
could do something to assist her. Frantically he lapped at her pelt, trying to
sooth her fears. “You are fine, Misty. So are the kits. Just one more push…”
The gray cat gave a big heave, and out
came a tiny scrap of fur, no bigger than a large leaf. Misty sighed with relief,
and began to lick her two she-kits clean. Then she pulled them close to her
belly so they could feed.
Coal felt a purr rise in his throat. “They
are truly beautiful kits,” he mewed, his blue gaze on Misty. “Just like you.”
Misty blushed and looked down at her two
kits. They had both inherited her gray tabby pelt and green eyes. It might be hard to tell them apart, she
thought with a purr.
Well I hoped you liked it! And now the cat fact of the day: You know that old myth about black cats being unlucky? Well in Asia and England, they're considered good fortune! Who knew?
Signed,
A kitty cat lover =^.^=
