What has made us all angry was that this light I heard a cry from the empty place and looking through one of the closed clearways saw two kittens. They told me they were thirsty and hungry. How could someone leave a couple of precious kittens alone like that?
I raced home after finding no clearways open in the empty cottage and launched myself onto the knee of my 'The Him' who was making those funny squiggles on paper in his chair. He stopped.
I jumped down and started to limp away. He did nothing as he's very slow sometimes.
I launched myself again at him landing squarely in his lap. His eyes opened wide in surprise and he started to stroke me. Pleasureable as this was it was not what I wanted so I nipped his hand, though gently as I was not angry with him.
Again I jumped down and started to pretend to limp away. This time he noticed and started to follow, no doubt anxious to see what was the matter and hope to save himself a fee with the white furred ones.
I edged towards the large clearway and cried. My 'The Him ' opened it and I limped away again with him following. With his funny soft paws on his feet he looked and sounded quite silly but this was no time for fun. I limped on until we reached the village and the empty cottage. My 'The Him' leaned over to pick me up and see what was wrong and as he did the kittens cried again. "But this place is empty" he said, and putting me down again reached up to look in the clear clearway. He saw the kittens and I saw his mouth open.
He ran, flip flopping down the street in his soft paws. I told the kittens help was coming and they quietted down a little. It was not too long before a small chariot came racing up and 'The Her' of the foreign man got out and opening the large clearway dashed in and picked up the kittens carefully. My 'The Him' arrived with a spare dish which he put water into and a dish of my food. The kittens ate and drank while their 'The Her' fussed them and cried.She was obviously angry that her 'The Him' had abandoned the home with her baby superiors inside.
Things were soon sorted and she took the kittens into her chariot to her new home away from the man with the accent. Tomas darted out from beneath the chariot as she left. I swear he doesn't have many of his nine lives left and yet he doesn't learn.
With no sign of a limp now I went home beside my 'The Him' and when he sat to start his funny squiggles again I jumped onto his lap to sleep. The least he owed me for my cleverness was a little stroking.