Three Little Kittens Poem Novels & Stories

“Ashley, look at the door. The real surprise is here.” Utterly confused, I turned my head and froze, my breath catching in my throat. Three tiny babies toddled across the polished floor, their little paws soundless. My heart swelled at the sight of three kittens, not more than a few weeks old, their soft fur a patchwork of white and warm brown, their eyes the clearest blue like pieces of sky. “Oh, the Moon Goddess…”

Hayley said, widening her eyes. "Too late...! I'm starting! Come on, close your eyes..." "No...not that...please ...." Hayley said. "What? I'm not that bad of a singer! Listen: three little grasshoppers, who lived on the bridge, on the bridge next door, yes three little grasshoppers ...I almost stepped on ...wait, I forgot if it's 'I almost stepped on it or if it's I almost stepped on it at all ....wait, I'll do it again ..."

The Alessio, the eldest of the three says. "Yes, cause there's an Aunty May here with me." I glance at my secretary who chuckles and takes a seat. "Get into the car and come see your Aunty May, okay?" I say. "Sì." They all say in unison. (yes) "God! These children will definitely not kill me." I mumble and May giggle. I roll my eyes and glance at the three little minions on my wallpaper. My three little bunch of joy.

Kate murmured, no doubt, her mood sour. I groaned out loud. Those 'little devils' were three kids, as Kate said, that lived about four blocks away from the apartment—George, Georgia, and Georgiana were their names—they were annoying little brats who took off almost every week, advertising different random products to every single house and apartment on the street. "What did they try to promote today?" "Cat food." "Oh God." "I know, right?" Kate enunciated, her eyes looking pointedly at the laptop. "Hey, are you done ogling your future boyfriend's dad?"

I pulled out a book from their shelf and read the first story I saw. "Once upon a time, there was a little kitten," The light dimmed and they both clung to me. "She lived with her mummy because she was all she had but then one day, there was a storm and they were separated—" I gulped down a hard lump. My eyes were filled with tears all of a sudden, soaking the edge of the paper.

Afterwards, I saw him squatting while reaching into the thicket. "Why, Fi?" He turned around, smiling showing the rows of white teeth neatly lined up. "Here," He said, waving his hand to get me closer. "Whoa, cat," One medium sized box lay in the thicket. There was a mother cat and several white and yellow nursing kittens look adorable. I’m feel pity, there still have people who don’t have a heart to throw away this poor creature with only a thin brown cloth. Pity. I crouched down to look it closer. Stretched out my hand to put the mother cat for pet it. I saw the mother cat licking her children with great affection.

Sabastian I can hear my little kitten’s heart racing as the bedroom door closes. “Mum,” she whispers as her eyes widen with fear. She pushes away from all of us, her legs shaky as she stumbles to the ground, walking before picking out some pyjamas and her robe. “Aurora … wait,” but my little kitten doesn’t want to listen, so pulls the door open and runs after her mother.

“You’re close, aren't you? If I dipped my hand down there, I just know I’d find you soaked.” More moans spilled from my lips, shameful and sweet. “Do you want me to make you cum?” I wanted to scream yes. I wanted to beg him for it. The orgasm was approaching like a freight train, and I knew it would be earth-shattering. And then his words struck me. ‘Little Hunter’. The fog snapped. I shoved off him with a burst of hysterical strength, my heart stuttering as I spun around to face the male who’d almost brought me to climax.

I was in awe of their courage, and I thanked them with all my heart. The pack gathered around me, and I told them what had happened. They were amazed by the bravery of the mother cat and her kitten, and they praised them for their actions. The kitten walked up to me, and I bent down to pet it. It purred loudly, rubbing its head against my hand. I smiled, a feeling of peace settling over me. I knew that I had made a new friend, and that the pack was safe. I named the kitten Lucky, and it became a beloved member of our pack.

I clench my jaw, but I smile at my mother. The pet shop is twenty minutes away, in a slightly run‑down retail park. We go in. The smell of litter and kibble greets us. Cages are lined up: dogs barking softly, cats purring, rabbits nibbling. My mother stops in front of the kittens. There's a litter of five: three tabbies, one white, one little black one with golden eyes who stares at me curiously. — Look at her, my mother says, eyes shining. She looks like a little queen.