Kitten Love (Purplephone)

Ducklings

It was a cool morning. Scott had just woken from a nap when Vincent came home from his nightshift. Scott, still feeling groggy and stiff, mewled at Vincent, batting at his legs as he passed, almost begging for a walk. Eventually Vincent got the hint. He had to get the kitten's sharp claws out of the leash before he could clip it on.

Scott shifted excitedly as Vincent pulled his coat on, putting his front paws against the door. His fluffy coat puffed up as a freezing breeze blew into the room. Scott's ears flattened and he poked his head out, his eyes wide. Gray clouds covered the sky. Scott sniffed at the ground, stepping out, his pads feeling as if they froze to the ground. He looked up at Vincent, his tail flicking impatiently.

Scott stretched himself out, yawning as he did so. He gave himself a quick grooming, ignoring his owner's protests, before he padded next to Vincent, feeling the cool air start to seep into his fur.

Vincent kept muttering things under his breath as usual, the words "freezing" and "bad idea" popping up every now and then. Scott had to stop every now and then, having to scratch himself or lick across his back to keep his fur down.

The sun started to come out, warming the two up. Vincent made a turn towards a small pond, one that Scott had never seen before. The red kitten stared at the water, small waves pushing and pulling at the sand. His ears perked when he hears a small noise behind him. It was almost a squeaking noise, high pitched and loud. Scott padded over to a bush where he heard the noise, peeking his head in. Inside, he saw plenty of small, bird-like creature. More of the high-pitched noises came from them.

Scott moved further into the bushes, fixated on the small birds. He sat down and watched them climb over each other making more of the noises. The red kitten tilted his head, batting at one if the small yellow bird's head, gaining their attention. He backed up as the birds started to crowd him, his fur fluffing up.

They kept squeaking, moving even closer to Scott. Scott stumbled out of the bushes, his eyes wide with curiousity. The birds didn't leave their nest in the bush. Scott saw Vincent sitting on a bench near the pond, not paying attention to his kitten. Turning to the bush one last time, Scott scrambled back over to him, jumping into his lap.

Never again.

((Curiosity killed the cat.))