TOO MANY KITTENS!

Of all the cats who lived in London, Britain Cat felt as if he was the luckiest. When he was a kitten, his mother had too many kittens than she could handle and was forced to abandon him. He had roamed around the streets in search of food for a long while, but a young man found him and took him in. That had been his master. Since then, he had lived in a beautiful house with his master. Every night, he climbed up onto the bed and snuggled up next to him. All the tuna he could eat and a warm place by the fire. He especially loved all the belly rubs and cuddles he received, too. It was simply perfect! Yes, he had been lucky to find such a loving home.

It was a cold day in winter, and the sun was blocked out by the gray clouds. Britain Cat and his master were on their way home as more snow began to fall on top of them. Britain Cat felt cold and he looked up at his master with a meow, indicating that he wanted to get warm in his master's coat.

The young man noticed this and smiled. He unzipped his coat and crouched down.

"Alright, then. But it won't be cold for long, soon we'll be home," he smiled as he gave his cat's head a pet. Just as the blond was about to pick up his cat, they heard something in one of the back allies.

Britain Cat rushed off to find the source and sniffed around the ally.

"What is it, Watson?" Human Britain asked him as he fallowed him. The Cat made no sound of an answer as he continued to search the ally.

He came across a small box and stood up on his hind legs to take a peek. Inside the box was three kittens, and they were all shivering and hungry. Human Britain's heart went out to them and he knelt down.

"You poor things. Come here, let's get you somewhere safe." He picked up the kittens and zipped them up in his coat. He then looked down at his own cat.

"I hope these little ones will be alright. Let's hurry home so they'll be safe from this weather." Britain Cat nodded and followed his master home. He too was hoping for the kittens' recovery.

When they returned home, Human Britain opened the door and quickly rushed in. Britain Cat quickly scampered in before the door closed. He shivered and shook himself off. He sat down and watched his master take care of the kittens.

Human Britain started up the fireplace and went to the kitchen to find something to feed the kittens. He looked around and found some milk. He poured some of the milk in a saucepan and began warming it. The kittens snuggled in his coat were shivering and Human Britain really hoped they were going to be okay. Who knows how long they have been out in the cold.

When the milk was warmed, he poured the milk into a bottle to make it easier for the kittens to drink. He brought them to the living room and sat in a chair by the fireplace. Britain cat had lied down in front of it and he tapped his tail once in a while as he watched his master.

The kittens took to the milk easily as Human Britain feed them the bottle. After about a few minutes, they started looking much better and the bottle was empty. Human Britain smiled and he rubbed the kittens' heads. They were a litter of two brothers and a sister.

"I wonder what happened to these three?"Human Britain said out loud to himself. A number of things could have happened to them, but what mattered now was getting their health back.

By the time nightfall came around, Britain Cat was ready for bed. He did a final inspection on the house to make sure there were no mice and climbed up the stairs to his master's bedroom. He was about ready to jump up on the bed at his usual spot, but noticed the trio of kittens already there on the bed. Who did they think they were, stealing his bed?! His master must have felt sorry for them again and allowed them on the bed. Still, it didn't feel right. Britain Cat felt as if he had been pushed away. No, that wasn't true! His master loved him, he would never replace him! Besides, it was still far too early to assume such things.

Fine, Britain Cat thought to himself, the kittens can have the bed for tonight. At least he still had the cat bed by the fireplace, although he almost always didn't sleep in it. He often did his night prowling anyway, a warm bed by the fire was still comfortable enough.