A feline chorus

My Honey and I went out to dinner. When we came home late in the evening we pulled the car into the driveway and stopped right next to our boat. The motion sensor light came on and, much to our surprise, two tiny kittens popped out from under the cover of the boat and stared at us. A tiny, all black one and an equally tiny black and white kitten.

Oh my word, they were so cute. My Honey jumped out of the car cursing mightily. Of course, you know exactly what the boat now smelled like. Our neighbor is constantly feeding the stray cats in the neighborhood. Then, to thank her, they have kittens on our property. I have no idea why they always select our house for the nursery, but they do. We’ve had them under the shed and this isn’t the first time with the boat, either.

Before I could rescue the babies they and their mother jumped out and ran across the street. The little black one was hollering at me. That’s the best way I can describe it. And the little tyke had lungs on him, too. He would PEEP at an ear piercing level at the opposite curb and I would mew back at him, then he would answer. We carried on this way for about five minutes.

PEEP

Mew.

PEEP

Mew.

Finally the neighbor kid came out of his house and inquired what the hell was going on. He was in his room and could hear the little bugger PEEPING for all he was worth.

Our own cat, the most gorgeous, ginger-colored tom you’ve ever met, sat on our front porch and glared at us. “You are NOT bringing that loud little bastard in here.”

Even with the three of us working together, we never did manage to collect the little dude. I’m sure he’s out there PEEPING still. Cute little bugger, though.