We lived in the middle of 24 acres. There was a daddy, a mama and three precious girls. The oldest was 9, the middle was 6 and the baby girl was 2. A tiny house at the top of the hill. There was love and laughter and coziness. Lots of coziness. The house was small remember? When we moved in we managed to bring a couple of cats with us.
Fluffy was the first one to have kittens. Fluffy was a gray ball off, well, fluff. Hence, the name Fluffy. She was named by a child, of course. Anyway. The adults of the family knew that the Fluff had given birth. Who knew where or exactly when but we knew she was well fed and was probably taking excellent care of the kittens. Somewhere.
Several weeks went by.
Behind the tiny home there was a storage shed that had been built for storing things that would not fit into the tiny home. It was quite a sturdy structure with windows and a real door that locked.
One night as all the precious children were getting ready for bed the daddy went out to the little building to fetch or store . . . something. He sneaked quietly back in the house and asked for a paper sack.
The mama, ok, it was me, looked at him questioningly. What in the world? He whispered, "There are kittens in the building." So, the Fluffy cat had finally deemed us worthy of knowing these precious kittens
I have no idea how in the world he caught them all. It must have been some kind of athletic prowess. It was dark. There was no electricity in the building. I don't think he even used a flashlight. They were fast and quite ferocious. Well, they were ferocious sounding anyway.
He caught them and put them in a large brown paper grocery sack and carefully folded down the top so there was no escaping. He sneaked back into the house with brown bag in hand.
We quickly called all the girls to the kitchen. The daddy placed the paper sack in the middle of kitchen floor. There was quite a ruckus going on inside that paper sack, lots of punching. The girls all gathered around as the daddy opened the sack. As we all looked down at those precious little kittens, you have never heard such a commotion.
They were hissing and spitting and totally protesting being in that brown bag. The ferocious sound coming from that bag quickly changed to a soft purring sound as we gently lifted them out of the bag by the scruff of their neck and held them close and loved on them.
Soon they were a part of our family.
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