Three Little Kittens Poem Novels & Stories

“Looks like I’ve found you again, little kitten.” Shit.

"Wait for a while. Lil Three wants to eat first!" Lil Three made a sound as if she was saying, "Yes, yes!"

Old Mer, young Mer. “Old cats, young cats, big cats, small, striped cats, spotted cats, short and tall,” Aislen murmured a childhood poem. “But what is the point of what I’m seeing? It is beautiful, and rather Utopian in a Lost Island in the middle of nowhere sort of way.”

What the hell was I doing? I crouched beside Spitfire’s makeshift nest of towels and watched the kittens squirm and nuzzle against her. Their eyes were open now, but they were still tiny. Still fragile. One had tried crawling toward my shoe this morning and immediately toppled into a tumble of baby fat and fluff. I scooped him up gently, set him back in the pile, and watched him yawn like he’d just completed a marathon. I needed to focus.

My little kitten knew full well that I thought her ass was a thing of beauty. Deciding to try to taunt her some more and egg her on, I said, "Baby, your ass is the best thing to hold as you fuck yourself on my cock. It's the perfect size to grab hold of you. My little kitten has a great ass and I love licking it, groping it, and fucking it. You should be proud of your ass, kitten. I certainly am. How does it feel to fuck your tight little asshole on my hard cock, kitten? Can you feel my cock head hitting your sweet spot? I can feel it. I love fucking your ass and making you moan in pleasure as I pound your sweet spot. You moan like a whore in heat when I make you cum from a good hard ass fuc

“It’s… fragile.” Her eyes widened, and she carefully untied the bow, her fingers trembling with anticipation. When the ribbon fell away, she lifted the lid slowly, and the box moved. She yelped in surprise, pulling the lid off completely. Inside was a tiny, fluffy calico kitten, a patchwork of black, gray, orange, and white. Its wide blue eyes looked up at her, and it let out a pitiful little “Meeeeow!” “Oh! Ohhh!” Kathrine gasped, scooping the kitten into her arms. It clung to her bright green shirt with its tiny claws, mewling softly. “She’s so cute and tiny and…!”

His finger strokes along her body, watching as it quakes beneath his touch. “Okay, Daddy, another question. Three items, if I mention three, do I still get you?” She hears him laugh. She needs to know. She could say three things easily but then be annoyed he doesn’t touch her in any way. “I am an extra Kitten, stop stalling, pick three.” His voice is humorous as his finger continues to stroke her body. “Wand, rope and I will let you pick the third one, Daddy.” “Okay, Kitten, I choose a whip.”

“He looks proud.” “Proud?” I snapped. “He should be running for his life.” The stray didn’t even react—just kept eating as if my presence meant nothing. Unbelievable audacity. I stepped closer carefully, crouching down slightly to get a better look at the kittens. Three of them. Tiny. Fragile. Squeaking softly as they shifted beneath Gold’s protective body. My irritation faded slightly at the sight. One was small and delicate—clearly female. The other two were slightly larger males, both wriggling restlessly as they nudged against their mother.

A tiny kitten ran up to her, making her yelp and jump backwards. "Calm down, Zea," She whispered. "It's only a kitten." She picked the brown kitten up and stroked it, humming softly to herself to keep the fear at bay. The kitten purred and rested in her lap she smiled and sang softly. "Ya lili, ya lila, washbish nishkee lik'amma, oogaloo leelela, sgheeru fee–" There was a rustle. "Even in gibberish, your singing is awful."

The little bugger was thirsty and took to the cream with gusto. The little mischief-maker was even kind enough to start flexing his tiny claws. Barring audio and visual input, Rhada's imagination took over. She had no clue what was causing the pleasure/pain. Cream spilled over her chest and the other two kittens joined the buffet. I changed up the cream with the peanut butter.