Autumn had arrived with Colby for a visit and the babies were all inside where it was warm, the cold rain outside almost sleet and Jack sat wondering how to talk them into staying for the night, the thought of them all travelling back to the farm in the dusky light worrying his overly hormonal mind.

Rem had also been considering this and had gone back to where his queens were snoozing to rearrange the nest in preparation for extra bodies, the thought of cuddling with his sister not unwelcome. He didn't know Colby so well and becoming a clowder with him might help with that, Rem did want to show he was a grup. Well. Grown-up then.

Ianto was feeling silly as he crept into the room where the fluffs were all quietly laying watching the storm outside. Little ears twitched and whiskers wobbled as it raged against the glass like a monster trying to get in, the wee ones all safe inside at Pop-pop's for the day.

Autumn sat with a cup of coffee watching the babies, then she felt the hair in the back of her neck stand up as Pop-pop crept past the table in his black panther onesie with a strange look on his face. Jack was sitting with a hand on his bump humming softly, and the hum died as he also watched his husband do an exaggerated creep into the middle of the room where he stood looking around at all the babies. From the larger Germ and Melly down to the second to last litter that were as wee kittens with the new litter half asleep in their Dadda's lap, they were all so transfixed by the rain on the window that none of them new the danger until it was too late, the banshee scream loud and explosive.

Furry bodies leapt into the air, pirouettes and death-defying arches as they all screamed back and raced for any hidey hole like the sofa and safely where Germ and Melly clung to one another with slack jawed amazement.

Ianto then turned and growled, his hands like claws as he stalked the mass of heaving fur and he pounced, grabbing the nearest one that gave a blood curdling shriek like he was about to skin it alive.

Autumn had choked on her coffee and was laughing hysterically as she tried to mop her front and Jack was levering himself up for the toilet as that amount of laughter made him want to pee.

The babies had got over the shock and were now attacking their mighty foe, wee claws and teeth on the onesie as Ianto writhed on the floor making hideous noises while dragging himself commando style towards the kitchen.

One kitten sat on his head like a meat helmet screaming at his siblings to 'go for the nuts' in a very Rem-like voice which had Jack screaming with mirth from the downstairs loo and Ianto squealed as he felt wee bests moving for his bum.

The fake tail was not going to make it, this was clear as the small tearing could be heard and Ianto was trying to breathe though his laughter as he reached tiles and they really went to town, pulling him back an fourth around the slippery floor arguing about where it was best to slaughter him.

Then the tail tore away and they fought over the mighty snake thing while the little fella who looked an awful lot like his uncle Rem calmly lifted the torn hole with one paw and judged the size, then wriggled inside to find a naked Pop-pop is a tickly Pop-pop and Ianto screamed for his own Daddy as he got mercilessly attacked from the inside.

Jack came running and tore at the front of the onesie to find Ianto infested, little black and white things crawling all over him as he writhed and made dying noises, the kittens so pleased with themselves as one wondered what he tasted like and licked his bare hip.

A scream worthy of a horror movie.

"LICK HIM"

Jack was pulling them off as more arrived, thankful his love wore boxers today and had not been completely starkers in his suit like he sometimes was and Colby moved to help remove some of his children, his own laugh high pitched and slightly manic as he had leapt behind the sofa with some of the fluffs during the fright and was now embarrassed at his wife's reaction. Her pointing and laughing had been embarrassing enough but his children running away and leaving him had been horrifying too. Little shits would have fed him to the wolves.

For some reason he found that idea hysterical.

Little shits.