For Give Her Wings' Little Lambs
Older lambs should check out the Legends page.
*This story is about what I think my own cat does when we're not at home*
Mitzi carefully watched as her owners all filed out of the house and into the big silver machine. As they sped off, the little white and black cat meowed and purred. Today would be a good day. She stretched and scratched behind her collar. The little six-month old kitten sprang from her perch on the windowsill. Still purring, she scratched open an air vent and bounced through into the basement. Sure enough, the owners of the other apartment had left the door open. Now she could play in that weird place! Mitzi jumped through the hole in the screen door and looked around. There was a fuzzy place, a hard place, a wet place, and a high-up place. She decided to go with the fuzzy place (a garden). The kitten stalked towards a waving object. It had little branches. The Munchkin cat leaped at it and tore it from the ground. The tiny, mischievous creature did the same to at least a dozen more plants before deciding to look at the high place. She carefully placed a little paw on the first step, then the next, and was soon up on a red deck. It was boring, but sunny, so she took a quick nap. Fifteen minutes later, Mitzi stood up and stretched again. Usually, now she’d be eating, so that’s just what she did. She crawled back down to the other apartment, jumped up to the air vent, and climbed back into her home. She found her food dish right away. It was moved to a different place. Mitzi nibbled on a few kernels of food. Her water dish was nearby, so she drank some, too. Litter box break. When that was done, Mitzi bounced back downstairs. This time, she checked out the wet place. There were little things moving around in the water. She dipped her paw down into the water, then pulled it out again. “Meow!” she mewed, startled. Back in, then out. Then, one of the little swimming things came around to her. She waited . . . waited . . . then smacked it out of the water! It flopped around and around. This was fun! The kitten smacked another, then another out. Before they stopped flopping, Mitzi stalked back inside. Instantly, she found something to scratch. It was a couch, with a rough pillow on it. She batted the pillow to the ground and pounced. It was easy to tear. Mitzi started purring again. Then she found another one! After completely destroying all the pillows, the kitten wanted another nap. She walked around, found a sink with sunlight, and curled up inside. Mitzi woke up to the sound of shrieking. Uh oh, she thought. Slinking away under another couch, she found the vent uncovered still and jumped through. She quickly covered it again and resumed her seat by the window. At the same time, two of her owners walked up the porch stairs. The kitten hopped down and sat by the door. The first who came to the door was the one she recognized instantly: her caretaker. “Hi, furball!” he said, scooping her up and rubbing her ears. “What have you been doing?” The other one walked through too, taking her and cuddling her for a moment. Then the owners of the other apartment stormed up. “Who did it?” “Who did what? We’ve been gone all day!” The other owners huffed and stormed off. The brown haired one, not her caretaker, looked at her sternly. “Mitzi?” “Meow?”
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