Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly.
Carly, Sam, and Freddie were walking to Bushwell after celebrating their webcast with well deserved smoothies. Freddie stopped walking. His two friends stopped as well, noticing the disturbance.
"What's up, Freddalina?" Sam asked. Freddie looked confused.
"Do you guys hear something?" The girls listened closely.
"You must be catching crazy from your mom, Benson. I don't hear anything." Freddie looked to Carly, who shrugged. They continued walking, but abruptly stopped as Freddie did.
"I'm serious," Freddie stated. "I hear something." The two girls sighed, but listened again.
"Freddie's right," Carly admitted. "I hear it too."
"Well, I think you two are drinking crazy juice. I still don't hear anything." Sam replied, clearly annoyed. Freddie walked forward a little bit, and turned into the alley on his left. Suddenly, Sam and Carly heard a high pitched "Aww!" coming from their technical producer. The girls looked at each other, gave a shrug, and decided to follow. What they saw was a box of three kittens playing, earning a chorus of "Aww!"s from the girls as well. There were two brown kittens, and one that was an off-white, almost a blonde. The trio watched the kittens in adoration, forgetting completely about getting home.
The brown kitten sat in the middle of the two kittens, looking up at the iCarly gang. The other brown kitten looked interested, while the blonde one washed it's face, and then deciding to take a nap. The brown kitten in the middle eventually walked over to the other brown one, licking it. The kitten purred, loving the attention it was getting. Eventually, the kitten stopped, and wandered over to the kitten on the other side of the box. The brown kitten started to lick the blonde, as it had done the other, but the blonde pawed at it until it left it alone. The brown kitten didn't give up, though. It backed into the corner of the box, took a running start, and pounced on the blonde kitten. They then proceeded to wrestle around the box. Carly smiled knowingly, while Sam and Freddie burst into laughter. Sam picked up the blonde kitten, and headed the opposite direction they'd been walking.
"That's it," Sam laughed. "I have got to take this cat home." Freddie frowned.
"You can't do that! What if they belong to someone?" Sam smirked.
"Fredweird," she started. "Three kittens, abandoned in a box. In a dark alleyway. The box clearly says "Free Kittens"." Freddie checked, and sure enough, Sam was right. As usual. "Really, Freddork? Do you really think they belong to someone?" Freddie sighed, knowing Sam had won. Again.
"Fine," he said. "Then I'm taking this brown one." He picked up one of the two brown kittens and held it in his palm.
"Please," Sam snorted. "Like Crazy would let that cat in the house."
"She will if she knows it has no other home!" He retorted.
"Whatever. I'm gonna' go feed this thing some ham." She said, stroking the cat. "Oh, and the kitten, too." Freddie rolled his eyes. "See ya later, Carls. Freddalupe." She headed toward her house. Carly looked in the box, and picked up the remainin kitten.
"Well, little buddy," she told it. "I guess you're comin' home with me." She giggled.
"What?" Freddie asked
"Oh nothing. These kittens just remind me of a few people I know." She laughed again and headed in the direction of Bushwell. Freddie stayed there, stumped. Who could she mean? Realization hit him. She couldn't mean...nah. He tried to shrug off the thought, but he couldn't help thinking that maybe she had meant...them. Sam, Carly, and himself.
"Carly!" He shouted, as he chased after her. He had to know for sure.