Three Little Kittens Poem Novels & Stories

he’d said. I opened the front gate and looked back at the bizarre little parade following me: a man tall enough to haunt his ex’s dreams, a three-year-old wearing a headband like a failed marathon runner, and a cat who had just realized he’d been mistaken for a dog. God. This was my life now. We’d barely walked a few blocks when Ash’s voice erupted like a tsunami siren. “CATS! THERE ARE CATS! THREE OF THEM!” I scanned the street. Sure enough, under a small park bench huddled a cream-colored adult cat and two skinny, wide-eyed kittens.

"Kiddies, kiddies." When I pull back the blanket, I'm right and his kiddies are kittens. Five of the most adorable things you've ever seen. They can't be more than a few weeks old. There's a can of powdered milk on the ground and a dry tin plate with a water and milk mixture next to it. I step inside and quickly search for weapons. I find books and small trinkets along with a picture. I lift the frame of three people. It's a man and woman with a small girl between them. He probably found it.

I got out of bed and got dressed for the day, putting on some jeans ad a shirt, I finished getting ready and met the rest downstairs, all three of my best man, the highest ranking in my pack were just fussing at the little kitten, trying to get her fed. "Let's go," I call out loud, while they kept on fussing over her but I ignored it getting my shoes on and ready to go, all the shoes she got were mary janes, and flats, nothing suitable for our farm life, and nothing to wear around the house, she only wears her socks.

Not that I want to, but at the moment, I felt like I want to stare at Eloise Asher forever. “I can be your little slut if you want, Daddy” My cock was throbbing, wanting to get shoved right into her mouth at the moment, but no! It wasn't going to happen. “Listen to me Eloise!” I growled, making her flinch. She went mute, her eyes searching mine in fear. “You. Deserve. Someone. Younger” I gritted, grabbing her shoulder as I told her this. Then I let go, wanting to turn when I heard her gasp.

I love her. It is then that I realize you could hear a pin drop in the place. The only sounds are my ragged breaths and her light sobs. People are awestruck including the DJ. “Come home with me, please, Little Kitten,” I plead without turning around to look at her. “I want to have fun, but you ruined it!” She shines.

My little kitten doesn't know yet that her simple gesture is worth millions of dollar. " Now eat your food, before it gets cold." She said in a motherly tone. She took the spoon and fed me with the soup. I didn't protest, in fact I'm enjoying this so much. It's overwhelming to know I have a special place in her heart. Though she said 'where not Love-birds' well not yet little kitten, but soon we will. I made an oath to myself. No matter what, I will make her love me back.

I tried to shove him away as he was too far close for my comfort zone but he didn't even flinch. But what did I expect, he stood like a wall. "And what made you think I'll give in to you?" I ask, mostly in a whisper. He let's out a smirk and moves away. Finally. "Now I see you have a dirty mind as well, cute and sexy" he says and laughs. Huh! What does he mean?. "But that's not what I meant my little kitten" he adds. And how dare he call me little kitten. "I want you to babysit my child" he utters. His what now?.

«Three Years Later» "Caesar, Caesar, Caesar. Come and find me, Caesar!!" The sound of a three years old boy filled the forest, disturbing its once peace as his tiny feet smashed against the muddy ground, running and hiding from his elder brother, who seek for him. Finally, he hid his tiny self behind a huge tree, clapping a hand over his mouth to stop that tiny giggles that yearned to erupt. "Come out, come out, wherever you, kitty, Kitty, Kitty"

"No matter what things look like...danger can't be measured by looks alone. I could always hurt you, little songbird. From the moment I asked you to perch at my side and let me feed you. I could've hurt you." "But you didn't," "But I could've. And I still could. Don't get too comfortable little songbird. Don't let your wings rest too much, or you'll forget how to fly away when danger comes."

The little girls giggled again and shook their heads. “Oh no, no, miss. It’s just that, we like your kitty, he’s so cute!” one of them with the red dress said. Jai and Miria looked at Usha in Miria’s arms, who was looking at them before looking back at the girls. Then the kitten nuzzled its head to Miria’s shoulder and meowed cutely, prompting the little girls to giggle again.