Alley Cats Runaway

#25 Friends and Foes

Scout POV :

It has been a couple of days since we first met the farm cats. Every morning curious cats will approach us while Willy the young human would feed us food.
"You say you fought three wolves?!" Exclaimed one of them. She was a fat fluffy ginger with sharp blue eyes.
Her kit, ginger with white spots, her amber eyes widen. "That's cool!" Her mother Sunflower frowned at her. "No it is not cool Daisy, wolves can easily kill a cat." She warned her. My sister who played beside me agreed with her. "Yes, they are dangerous. We only made out there alive because of luck." Nutmeg commented. Daisy's shoulder slumped, diminishing her hopes of fighting one. I climbed out off the basket and sat beside her. "But you can never be too prepared. We can teach you how to fight." He reassured her. Daisy's ears perked.
"Really?" I nodded. Sunflower scowled at her.
"Nonsense, I won't allow it!" I scowled as Daisy's overprotective mother took her away.

Behind me, Nutmeg watched me in amusement.
"What's so funny Nut?"
"You're cute when you're frustrated." She replied. I snorted in disbelief.
"Yeah right." My older ginger sister sat up, lifting her right paw so she won't put any weight on her healing foot.
"But promise me you don't anger her mother by going behind our backs and teach her some moves. We have been here for three days and I would like to keep their trust, after all, we are strangers to them and they have been really kind in letting us stay." Nutmeg explained.
I let out a deep sigh. "Fine."

After a couple of weeks later, Willy the farmer allowed us to leave our room to get some sunshine.
I was healed by then but Nutmeg still needed help to walk. Once outside, Willy placed Nutmeg in the shade on one of the chairs so she could rest her paw.
"Its so peaceful isn't it Scout?" I heard her meow. It was soft and gentle as if she didn't want to disturb the peace.
Indeed it was peaceful. The open plain laid bare with no tall, overcrowding buildings in sight. Just rolling hills and a sea of grass.

Near the house I noticed Sunflower, the golden ginger overprotective mother was busy talking to a grey smokey she-cat. by the sound of it, they were gossiping about someone, just didn't know who. I turned my attention to the smaller cat beside her. It was Daisy and I could tell she looked uncomfortable. She looked over in my direction and instantly lit up.

Using my tail I mentioned her come over. I watched her as she carefully crept away from her mother's side and trotted over to me.

"Hey you're out today Scout, I'll take it you are getting better." She observed. I nodded. "I'm better now," I started. I looked over to my sister who was currently watching us with interest. "Nutmeg isn't better yet though."
"She will eventually," Daisy said with an encouraging smile.

"So what do you guys do for fun?" I asked she-cat. Daisy beckoned me to follow her. She leads us to what she called a barn. It was painted red and white. Some of the paint was peeling off due to the weather but it stood firmly, not a single slouch indicated it was about to crumble.
When we entered I was hit wad the stench of manure. I heard Dasiy giggle as she noticed my disgusted reaction.

"You'll get used to it." She meowed.
The inside was very spacious, hay was stacked in bundles yet a lot of it laid scattered on the wooden floor.
The natural lit room was divided into sections Dasiy called stalls.
In each stall, there was a different animal I never have seen before.
The first one I noticed was tall enough to stick their massive head out in curiosity.
It had a long rounded muzzle, deep brown eyes long pointy ears that twitched every once in a while.
It also had a very long neck that sloped into its massive body. It had no fur just a very long black mane on the nape of its neck.
After I jumped up and balanced on the gate I could see it had four very powerful legs and a hoof instead of a paw with claws.
"That is Stella, she's a horse. Be careful around those hooves, they can kill a cat." Daisy informed me.
"Thanks for the warning."

"Over here," Daisy walked over to the opposite stall.
I jumped up to see a big, fat slob. The slob was a pink and hairless creature with small ears and a rounded snout that stuck out from her face.
At her belly, 5 miniature versions of her sucked at the milk she offered.
"That's Annie the pig and her babies are piglets. Come on there are others you need to see." She said excitedly.

She leads me to stall after stall.
Learning about animals like sheep, chickens and cows.
"You have tasted milk before right Scout?"
I nodded. I always had milk from my mother Peper but coming here I had a taste of the creamy white liquid and instantly liking it.
"Well here is where it comes from." She told me, flicking her thick tail to Mary. The cow was busy grazing while her calf was fast asleep on the hay.

My eyes widened.
"Really?" I stared at Mary, the cow gave a little grunt as in confirming what Daisy said and returned eating
Daisy leads me to a small pan of milk that was set out.

"Here, let's take some," Daisy said. We started lapping at the white liquid, the sweetness of it slid down our throats. Once we had our fill we sat back. "That was fun, I yawned. My eyes started to drop heavy and the desire to sleep pulls me under.
Daisy curled up beside me.
" Yeah," She drawls. "Maybe next time you could teach me what you do for fun." She murmured.
After a long time tuning around the barn meeting different animals and drinking milk we grew tired and we fell asleep on a small bundle of hay.

Even though I was knocked out, my senses were still alert so when I heard a deep growl I jumped to my feet hissing, for right in front of us was a massive dog, baring his teeth.