Sammy the Shy Kitten

Chapter Two

The kittens were so sweet, squirming around over each other in the straw and nuzzling at their mother. Tiggy glared suspiciously at Emma for a moment. Then she obviously decided that it was safe to ignore her and went back to licking her babies all over. Emma tried not to giggle. It looked as though Tiggy was determined that they would be just as beautifully groomed as she was.

“So that’s why you were really hungry. It’s OK, Tiggy. I won’t come any closer.” Emma hung on to the door post, counting. “It’s three, isn’t it?” she whispered. “Two black kittens and one grey tabby. I ought to go and tell the others…” But she didn’t want to leave just yet. The kittens were so little Emma wondered when they’d been born.

“I’d better go and tell Liz,” she said at last, slowly backing away. “Don’t go anywhere, will you…” She had read about mother cats picking up their kittens in their mouths to move them if she thought they weren’t safe. She hoped she hadn’t scared Tiggy into doing anything like that. But Tiggy didn’t look too worried. “I’ll get Liz to find you some food, too,” Emma added, her eyes widening. “Oh, Tiggy, you must be starving!”

As soon as she was out of sight of Tiggy, Emma whisked round and limped out of the barn as fast as she could.

Liz waved when she saw her and hurried over. “Emma! I just noticed that you’d disappeared. How’s your ankle? It doesn’t look like it’s swollen.”

Emma shook her head, grinning at Liz. “No, it feels nearly better now. And I’ve found Tiggy.”

“Oh, that’s brilliant! Where was she? Is she all right?”

Emma giggled. “She’s more than all right. You have to come and see!”

“I need to watch the others. Can you show me at the end?” Liz glanced between Emma and the rest of the class, and Emma realized that of course she couldn’t leave them riding without an instructor.

“It’s OK. I don’t think Tiggy’s going anywhere.” Emma folded her arms and glanced back at the barn.

Liz sighed. “I hope this is worth all the suspense, Emma! Come on, you’d better catch up with the others. Sparky looks very sorry for himself.”

Sparky did seem to think that he’d been missing out. He brightened up as he saw Emma and jumped two clear rounds with her as soon as he was allowed back into the ring.

“You monster!” Emma told him affectionately, as she patted his nose afterwards. “You can have a Polo – here. But I don’t think you deserve it. Why didn’t you do that first time round, instead of tipping me off?” Sparky whiffled up the Polo from her hand eagerly, and Emma smiled. “I suppose if I hadn’t fallen, I wouldn’t have found the kittens. Oh, look, Liz is waving. It’s the end of the lesson now – I can’t wait for her to see them.” She hugged Sparky round the neck and started to walk him back to the gate where the others were waiting. “I’m not showing you, though. I wouldn’t trust you not to put your massive great clumpy feet on those kittens.”

“What are you so excited about?” Keira asked, as she led Jasmine over towards Emma and Sparky.

“I found Tiggy! Liz hadn’t seen her for a couple of days – she was getting worried. You have to come and see!”

Keira looked at her doubtfully. “Sorry, Emma. You know I’m scared of cats.”

“I forgot! Sorry, I was just so excited.” She bit her lip, not wanting Keira to miss out on the secret. But she knew her friend was especially frightened of the half-wild cats at the stables. “Come here.” She leaned over to whisper in Keira’s ear. “Tiggy’s had kittens. In the old barn! Don’t tell Liz yet, OK?”

Keira smiled. “Now I get why you’re so excited. Are they cute?” She sounded a little bit wistful, as though she wished she wasn’t so nervous around cats.

“I only saw them from a distance, but they were gorgeous. Are you sure you don’t want just a little look?”

Keira shook her head. “Tiggy’s so jumpy…”

Liz came up behind them. “Are you going to show me this big secret now?”

Emma nodded eagerly, and Keira laughed. “She can’t wait – I’m surprised she hasn’t told everybody already! Here, I’ll lead Sparky back.”

Emma handed over the reins and hurried Liz along to the barn door. “Be really quiet!” she whispered, putting a finger up to her lips. Then she led the way inside, tiptoeing over the dusty floor.

“Where is she?” Liz hissed, and then she gasped as Emma pulled her sleeve and pointed into the stall. “Kittens! Oh, wow, I never even thought of that!”

“Three of them,” Emma said, beaming. “Aren’t they beautiful? Can we put down some food for Tiggy in here? I bet she’s really hungry.”

Liz nodded. “Yes, definitely. I’ll go and get her some now. Gosh, three more cats. That’s a lot…”

Emma looked up at her worriedly. “I hadn’t thought about that.”

Liz made a face. “Well, they are lovely, but I’m not sure how many more cats we can look after, to be honest. We’ve already got five. I suppose I should have expected this to happen, but none of them have had kittens till now. Probably we should have got them neutered, but they’re all so shy. It was a nightmare the one time I had to take Susie to the vet because she’d been in a fight. She was really tricky to catch, and she hated being in the car.”

“So…” Emma swallowed – her mouth had gone dry with excitement. When she spoke again, her voice sounded oddly squeaky. “If the kittens couldn’t stay here, would you want to find homes for them?”

Liz nodded slowly. “That would be perfect, wouldn’t it? Nice homes where they’d be properly looked after.”

Emma gazed thoughtfully at the wriggling bundles of fur. “I didn’t think of them being pets,” she murmured. “I thought they’d be a bit wild, like Tiggy.”

Liz shook her head. “I think it’s to do with how much they get used to people when they’re little. Tiggy and Susie and the others are half-wild because they’ve never had a proper indoor home or spent much time around people. But it doesn’t mean it has to be the same with these little ones.”

Emma nodded. That made sense. “How are you going to find them homes?” she said. “Would you just … ask people if they wanted them?”

Liz smiled at Emma. “I suppose so. Are you thinking you’d like a kitten? What would your mum and dad say?”

“I don’t know.” Emma sighed. “But I can ask. I love the idea of taming a little wild kitten!”

Liz snorted. “I wouldn’t put it that way to your mum, Emma. She’d worry about you getting your fingers bitten off. Come on, let’s go and find Tiggy something to eat.”