Itty Bitty Kitty

She stole a little kitty once but she didn’t really steal her. The fancy little dancer jumped up on a flatbed trailer just as she was walking by and started talking very loudly and made a giant fuss. There was no way to just walk by without stopping to hear whatever the little kitty was so determined to say.

“Don’t you think I’m pretty. Don’t you think I’m cute? My nose is a multi-colored button and my butt is fancy and fluffy, can you see? Here let me turn around. I saw you coming from way down there and you look like someone who might like kitties since you were down there feeding some. Those other ones are big and strong, they’ve lived here very long and they might make mince meat out of me if you don’t take me home. I’m just a little itty bitty kitty, I’m probably only five weeks old.”

The little kitty was trying to trick her, she’d find out somewhat later.

“So you say there cute little kitty, yes you are quite very cute – but could it be that that house behind you is where you’re supposed to be?”

“No, that’s not mine and all those fields around are too far for you to go to know, so please just take me with you in that big green bag with a zipper hanging on your shoulder.”

“Well, let me knock and make quite sure just in case someone might miss you when you’re gone. Here, let me take you up there with me for who ever’s there to see you?”

“I think if they really wanted me they would not have let me escape, but go ahead and ask them because I’m really very pretty and pretty, pretty sure, I’m supposed to be with you now, that’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

She knocked on the door and the man came forward but backed up just as quickly. He barely got the words out while he was trying to shut the door, “No it’s not mine and I have no idea whose it could be.”

She guessed the man wanted her to leave just as quickly as she was able, so she turned the kitty back to face her and held her close to say, “I guess you’re coming with me little kitty because I’m not about to walk all over all those big fields to see if anyone else might know who you belong to. If someone let a pretty little kitty like you go, I guess they don’t deserve you. What do you think about that?”

“That’s what I’ve been sayin’, so let get going now to your house without wasting anymore time.”

She put the gabby fancy dancer in her big green zippered bag. She left a little bit unzipped so the little bitty kitty could get a little air. They walked together the rest of the way which was just a bit too far, to expect a gabby kitty to keep from poking out the zipper hole. Little kitty wasn’t finished talking.

“Are we almost there? How much farther? Do you still like me? Do you still think I’m cute. Are you sorry yet that you put me in here? Do I have any brothers? Do you have lots of food? Where will I sleep? Can I sleep with you? What’s it like out there? I want to see where we are going.”

“Well, actually, I’ve been wishing a pretty little fuzzy girl like you would jump up on a flatbed trailer just as I was walking by and ask me to bring her home. You won’t have any brothers yet but you will have two sisters that are dogs. They’ll probably let you boss them because I can see that you’re quite bossy. You can sleep on the bed if you want, but the dogs already do. I pretty much let critters do what ever critters want to. I am a little worried though that someone else might miss you, but since you’ve already cracked my heart, if you’ll swear then I’ll swear and we’ll never say a word and no one else will ever know.”

“Cross my claws and I hope the dogs can’t talk. Can they keep secrets too. It’s a good thing only you can understand me, because I can’t keep my mouth shut.”

Even though it was soon discovered that she’d lied about her age – there had early been suspicion because what little five week old itty bitty kitty can talk and dance like that? They lived happily ever after in spite of all the lies since it was only a matter of a few more weeks and it wasn’t her fault she was so itty bitty.

 

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