Wanderer 6

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“Well…” Krix looked down at the mother cat, who was purring in his lap. “At least they’re keeping themselves fed now. Mostly.”

Briz scratched her chin. “But why aren’t they moving to the forest? Are they afraid of the other cats?”

“I don’t know. The Spirits are vague.” Mama headbutted Krix’s hand and he absently started petting her. “I think they aren’t afraid of the other cats so much as they’re fond of people.”

“How odd. I did wonder about them not being afraid of fire. I suppose they must be used to it? Fire and houses and people.”

“Must be.” Krix scratched Mama under her chin, prompting a louder wave of purrs. “And if nobody minds not driving them out…”

Briz shrugged. “Not everyone’s happy about them being around, but the critters have figured that out. They’re good about not going where they’re not wanted.”

“Then I suppose we accept them into the clan.” Krix stared bemusedly at the loving small predator placidly hugging his arm. “Perhaps, if they mate with the forest cats, their children will move to the forest. We’ll see.”

***

My babies are grown. I gather my strength for my next litter. While my new home has no toms who smell quite right, several have been leaving intriguing notes sprayed on the trees and posts. We shall see. After all, the humans here are strange but nice.

I have chosen these two, the first to welcome me to this place and who helped me take care of my babies. Their help will be invaluable for my future litters. Together we will make sure that the Pact is followed in every house.

By my ancestors, I swear it - no pest nor pestilence will threaten you while I have teeth and claw. My children will always guard yours.

For now… rub my tummy!