It’s Raining Kittens

Aunty D’s house had a lovely deck which looked out on the garden. There was a small gap between the deck and the compound wall where there were many plants with colourful flowers Aunty D loved to sit and talk with her family there every day. One evening while they were sitting there, they heard a tiny mew. And then another. And another.

Aunty D’s son H heard the mew and was distracted. “Where is that kitten?”  he asked.

“Maybe next door?” said Aunty D.

But then they heard another mew. And then another. And another. It seemed louder and closer this time. So, H picked up a torch and started searching for the kitten. And there, nestled between the plants was the tiniest kitten he had ever seen. It was pure white except for a coal black moustache reminding H of the famous detective Hercule Poirot from the books by Agatha Christie.

H got a little cardboard box and lined it with soft towels. Then he gently scooped up the little kitten and placed it in the box. It was too tiny to sip from a saucer or even from an ink filler, so H called K and the two of them took the tiny little kitten to an animal shelter nearby.

The next day, Aunty D was sitting on her deck talking to K when they heard a tiny mew.  And then another. And another.

“I must be imagining it,” said Aunty D. “I was thinking of yesterday.” 

But then they heard another mew. And then another. And another. It seemed louder and closer this time.

“That is definitely a kitten, not my imagination,” said Aunty D. So, K picked up a torch and started searching for the kitten. And there, nestled between the plants was another tiny little kitten.

“Are you sure you took the kitten yesterday?” asked Aunty D.

“Of course, we did,” said K indignantly “And anyway this little kitten is a lovely brown!”

So, K got a little cardboard box and lined it with soft towels. Then he gently scooped up the little kitten and placed it in the box. It was too tiny to sip from a saucer or even from an ink filler, so K called H and the two of them took the tiny little kitten to the animal shelter nearby.

The next day, Aunty D was talking to H and K about the two little kittens they had found.

“I wonder where they came from,” she said. “I guess we will never know.”

And just then, they heard a tiny mew.  And then another. And another.

“It can’t be,” said Aunty D. “Is it raining kittens, or am I going mad? Am I hearing things?”

But then they heard another mew. And then another. And another. It seemed louder and closer this time. So, H and K both got torches and decided to investigate. And there, nestled between the plants was a tiny black kitten. They all stood there puzzled wondering where the kittens were coming from. And then from above their heads they heard a loud miaow.

“That was definitely an adult cat,” said Aunty D.

So, H and K got a ladder and decided to climb to the roof of the deck and investigate. 

And there on the roof of the deck they found a mother cat with six little kittens. They also realised what had happened. The deck roof sloped downward and occasionally a kitten lost its footing and went tumbling down to the plants below.

H and K coaxed the tiny black kitten into a basket and restored it to the mother. And until the kittens were old enough, they searched the plants every day and restored the kittens to the roof of the deck.

Soon the kittens grew up and ran away, but the family always smiles when they hear the phrase it’s raining cats and dogs.