It's Raining Kittens

Part 1: Terror in the Night

Summary: Life is hard enough but when you are two months old it can be even harder; unless you meet the right people.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just playing with them.

Notes: My entry in the CCOAC challenge. The challenge – write from the pets point of view. My pet is a two month old kitten named Gunner and the main character is David Rossi.

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"What the hell is that?" I wonder aloud as I look around in the dark. The water dripping on my head was making it difficult to see. In the distance a bright light appeared along with a loud rumble that was getting louder as the light was getting brighter. I shrank closer to the wet pavement below me hoping that whatever this was coming at me would not try to kill me.

Two hours ago I was a happy kitty tucked in the bosom of my mommy and sleeping like the baby I am. I have a vague recollection of being picked up by a human, which wasn't unusual. I was always being picked up and carried around but this time was different. The hands were a little rougher and I wasn't cuddled to the breast as I usually had been. Next thing I knew I was flying through the air in the dark landing in a thick patch of mud.

"I need a place to hide," I wailed as the rumbling got louder and the light got brighter. I glanced from side to side trying to see somewhere to go and hide.

"Over there!" I told myself. The light revealed a large bush about twenty feet away. The light was nearly on top of me as I started to run to the bush. Something brushed my leg and tail just before the world began to spin violently. The loud noise filled my ears as the world went dark.

There was a screech and suddenly I heard a human voice. "Shit! I just hit something. I don't know. It could be an opossum or a skunk. No, it wasn't a baby, because babies don't run like that."

A small light flashed over me as I lay on the ground trying to catch my breath. I could hear the human move closer to me.

'Oh my God,' I thought, 'it's going to squish me.'

"It's a cat," the human said. He was apparently talking to someone though I couldn't hear the other human speaking. "I don't think so. It looks like its breathing."

I felt his hand laying against my side then he, I think it is a he as his voice is a lot deeper than my Mommy's humans voice, he wrapped his fingers gently around me and lifted me up. I opened my eyes and looked directly into his.

"Hello kitten," he said softly.

'He has whiskers!' I thought as I looked at him closely.

"Hello," I replied.

He chuckled and tucked me close to his chest.

"I'm talking to the cat," he grumbled unexpectedly. "Actually, it's a kitten; a very young kitten by the looks of it. (pause) I'm taking it home. (another pause) Should I bring it to your house?"

He carried me over to the loud noise maker and held me close as he moved things around. He smelled like the outdoors and yet very human. It wasn't unpleasant, in fact, I kind of like it. Suddenly he set me down on a soft padded area that smelled like him. I lay down and shivered. I was wet, muddy and I hate to admit it – scared.

"Where's my Mommy?" I asked plaintively.

The human reached over and rubbed my head then tucked the fabric closer around me.

"Hey," the human said again. "I'll call you later. Yeah I have the kitty. I told you, I'm taking it home. Okay, goodbye."

The human went quiet. I could hear the rumbling noise again only this time it sounded like a throbbing hum and it felt like we were moving even though the human was sitting. His hands and arms were moving but even at my young age I know humans don't walk like that. Warmth was seeping into my skin; I was rocking gently back and forth listening to the rhythmic humming as my eyes closed.

"Come on kitty," the human said. I felt myself being picked up but he wasn't touching me. The fabric was wrapped around me creating a cocoon of warmth. He carried me into a house and sat me on a chair. "You stay there."

"I'm not going anywhere," I told him as he moved away. My tummy rumbled and I wondered if the human was going to feed me. Did he know what to feed me? "I need my Mommy's milk," I yelled to him.

He was moving around in the other room. I don't think he heard me. I yelled to him again a little bit louder. "Hey! I need my Mommy's milk!"

Wait! How's he going to get my Mommy's milk? Does he know my Mommy? Maybe he does! All humans know each other, right? Oh, I don't know. I don't remember seeing this human before. Besides, if he really knew my Mommy why would he bring me here instead of taking me to her? OH MY GAWD! I may never see my Mommy again.

I started crying earnestly, my body trembling from the effort. "I want my Mommy!" I cried. I was so caught up in my tears that I didn't hear the human coming back into the room.

"Easy there," the human said softly as he picked me up again and cradled me to his chest. He rubbed his finger against my nose and mouth.

"Hey!" I sputtered indignantly. His finger was wet and whatever had been on it was now on me. I slipped my tongue out to remove the offending liquid. It was warm and it tasted like… it almost tasted like my Mommy's milk. It was sweet and rather yummy.

The human rubbed his finger on my face again. I lapped at the liquid again. The next time his finger approached my face I licked it before he could rub it on me. We repeated this process several times before he held a container near my face. I sniffed at it, it smelled like the stuff he had been putting on my face. I lowered my nose into the container and tentatively lapped at the liquid.

My tongue suddenly had a mind of its own as it lapped faster and faster at the warm liquid. It only took a couple of minutes to empty the container. I'm ashamed to say I even licked the bottom and sides of the container not leaving a single drop behind. The human chuckled as I licked my whiskers. He set the container down and picked up a piece of fabric that he proceeded to rub me with. The fabric was slightly damp but at least it was warm. He rubbed me for several minutes then put that fabric down and grabbed another one. This one was dry and made me feel a little tingly. I felt so good I started to purr in joy.

The human chuckled again. "You like that, do you? Your tummy's full and you're warm and happy. I bet it feels good to get that dirt off. Tomorrow we'll find a brush and clean you up even better. At least I can see that you are mostly white now."

He held me in the air in front of his face and turned me around several times. I was starting to feel a little sick and I told him so. Finally he stopped spinning me and put me back on the cushy fabric.

"Now that you've been fed I'm going to get something for myself," he told me. He wandered away again and I heard him opening and closing drawers and cupboards as he sang to himself. I don't know what he was singing but he sounded pretty good. He came back into the room and sat next to me. I sniffed appreciatively at the air. He was eating some sort of meat thing, it smelled really good.

I tumbled across the fabric towards him to get a better look. He chuckled and moved the plate away as I crawled onto his lap. I watched as he pulled a piece of something brownish from one hand and dangled it in front of my nose. I sniffed at it; it smelled even better up close. I tentatively reached out and took it from his fingers then swallowed it.

"ACK! I can't breathe!"

Luckily, the human saw my dilemma and pulled the offending whatever it was out of my throat.

"That's roast beef," the human admonished. "You need to chew it!"

"Chew it?" I asked. "What the hell?"

The human took the, what did he call it? Roast beef? And divided it into smaller pieces for me to eat. I cautiously took another piece. Much better this time at least I didn't choke. This human was okay. I finished my delicacies and curled up on his lap to take a nap.

"You know kitty," the human murmured as he stroked my head. "I can't keep you. You wouldn't like living with me. I'm gone a lot and I get kind of grouchy. We need to find you a new home."

I wasn't exactly sure what he was talking about so I just turned up the volume on my purring and settled in for my nap.

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"What the hell is that?" I wondered as I looked around in the dark. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and tried to locate the source of the noise in the dark room. The human had carried me upstairs and made me a bed out of fluffy fabrics. It was comfy but very lonely. I huddled in the fabrics and fell asleep. But now it is dark and I am alone and something is making a horrendous noise.

"Human?" I called out carefully. I don't know where the human went. I fell asleep while he was in another room. There was movement on the large box in front of me. "Human?"

The noise stopped but I was still scared. I stumbled off of the pile of fabrics I had been sleeping on and moved closer to where the human was sleeping. It was too tall for me to jump up on however there was a fabric hanging down. I stood on my back legs and sunk my front claws into the fabric and began pulling myself up. It was difficult at first but when I was high enough to use my rear claws too it got really easy.

Once I reached the top I looked back over the edge – it was a long way down. A shiver of fear ran through my little body. I shook it off and made my way across the abyss of fabric to where the humans' head lay.

"Human?" I said softly. "Are you awake?"

I navigated the bumps and valleys where the human lay until I reached his face. His eyes were closed and warm streams of air were coming out of his mouth. He looked peaceful. I decided not to wake him and instead moved even closer to his face. His warm breath felt good in the chilly night air. I snuggled up as close as I could curling into a ball and falling asleep.

End part 1