Adventures of Spit Fire
Morning light creeps through the cracks in the old barn wall, laying dusty sun fingers on the dirt floor and across the musty hay stacks. The mamma barn cat, Taja, lay in the hay, stirring up little tufts of dust with lazy flicks of her tail.
The big door creaks and groans as it is slowly pushed aside. Light pours inside the barn, chasing the sun fingers away. Taja instinctively lays flatter, pulling her babies closer to her. Muffled footsteps enter the barn. She relaxes when she can see that it is Kylie.
The little girl with messy sunshine hair scuffles through the straw covered ground to get a closer look at her new family. “I knew you would be a momma soon Taja!” Kylie squeals with delight as she delicately plops down on the hay. She strokes the new momma gently and pulls a chunk of cheese from the pocket of her old, stinky chore coat.
Taja mamma eyes her nervously, allowing Kylie to scooch her onto the new bed. She places each little kitten lovingly by their mother. The last one protests, hissing and spitting, pawing blindly at the world. “Aren’t you a little spit fire!” “I better keep an eye on you!”
The days grew into weeks and the kittens grew too. No longer were they content to snuggle with their mamma on Rusty’s old horse blanket. No, they were scampering about looking for a good chase and adventure all over the barn.
Kylie sneaks away from her chores often to join them. She loved wasting her time, watching them play. The most entertaining of them all was Spit Fire.