Several cats and skitties leave their very small kittens right by where Lilicoon was relaxing in the park and bound off swiftly. The kittens try to play with her and each other. Over an hour later, the adult cats return with the saunter of a happy feline who'd done a good job. -- Anon Guest
She'd been reading quietly when the first of them deposited something on her skirt. There was a tiny, blind blob of a skitten snuggling into her tail floof. In a minute, the mama skitty returned with a second. By the third, she left off her reading to report the unusual event to Station Security.
The officer turned up at the same time as the second litter. The first collection of six snuggling blind blobs had fallen asleep in her tail fur, and the stumbling bumbling 'bumper-car' kittens were tangling in battles with each other. There were four of each of those. The officer boggled at the kittens, and Lillicoon desperately staying as quiet as possible in their company.
He witnessed the skitty dragging out a slightly older skitten than any others currently present. One that the skitty had to drag.
Officer Blise scanned the parental skitty, and mumbled something into his comms. "This isn't quite evacuation protocol. There must be something amiss in their nesting area."
And skitties nested in emergency evacuation pods. Therefore it had to be alarming to have one evacuate their skittens like this. Lillicoon remained where she was, but at least knew to bundle up all the skittens into her skirts and head for the nearest safety zone if there was an alarm.
It was the most tension-ridden ten minutes of her life, and that included the time a former owner tried to claim her as recovered property. Pax Humanis had been on her side then. She was on her own now. With an even dozen tiny lives left in her hands.
After those ten minutes, the skitties let her know all was well by the simple method of dragging the skittens back to that from whence they came. The official news came from Security Officer Blise.
"There was a short-circuit in the pod where these skitties were nesting. The maintenance crews have amended the error and all is well. Station Maintenance and Security have scheduled a major inspection and overhaul of the pods."
Lillicoon could breathe a lot easier, watching the parental skitty hauling the skittens back to their nest. "What I don't understand," she said, "is why they chose me as an Auntie."
"My best guess is that you smell safe. Your -ah- close association with Mr Sunshine is probably a huge factor," said Blise. "Cats and skitties alike recognise good people."
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