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A Surprise Visitor

The scruffy cat had been a regular sight around our store, appearing daily for food. Over time, she grew to trust us.

But today was different. Instead of staying outside, she brought a tiny kitten, then carried it through the door into the store.

Special Delivery

The mother cat carried the kitten to me and placed her down. Her steady gaze conveyed trust as she guided the kitten forward.

It cat stood beside me, eyes flickering between me and her kitten. With a nudge, she encouraged it forward.

The kitten hesitated, paws shifting uncertainly. The mother remained patient, urging it toward me.

Surprising Gesture

I never imagined she’d show her gratitude this way.

The mother cat showed no fear, lounging nearby as if she knew she was safe.

Over two months, she had come to trust me. Now, watching over her kitten, her trust felt even deeper, as if she knew I would help care for it.

Makeshift Cradle

While unpacking deliveries, the mother cat arrived. Seeing her hesitate, I grabbed a cardboard box as a temporary bed for her kitten. She watched as I settled her baby inside, seeming to approve.

The kitten curled up in the makeshift bed I made from a cardboard box. She nestled in the soft blankets inside, sleeping peacefully and feeling at home.

The Kitten’s Name

We haven’t settled on a name. We considered names, but none felt right. For now, she remains nameless.

Our neighbor said the mother cat wasn’t always a stray—she belonged to a nearby business.

Her name was Little Bell, but when the business closed, they abandoned her. For two months, we’d called her Little Baka, unaware of her past.

Keeping Them Inside

At two weeks old, the kitten still relied on her mother’s milk. Watching her nurse, I felt relieved—her mother, Little Baka, was caring for her.

To ensure her well-being, we kept them in the store, allowing Baka to nurse in peace while we monitored them.

To help Baka nurse her baby, we kept them in the store. She seemed comfortable, and we hoped she knew her kitten was safe.

Unexpected Guests

As I finished my shift, Little Baka’s other litter approached the store, following their mother as they did daily for their meal.

Older than the newborn she brought inside, they moved with playful energy. Watching them trot after her, tails high, I smiled—Baka had her paws full.

Each day, the three kittens arrive at the store with their mother, waiting for their meal. They follow her to the familiar spot where food is given.

Little Baka watches over them, ensuring they eat before she does. It’s a daily ritual, a small comfort in their world.

Home at Last

As I cracked the door open, she slipped inside before I finished bringing in the box.

The mother cat jumped in and curled around her kitten. Peng Peng kneaded her belly as he suckled.

I watched, moved by the instinctive motion. We had earned Little Baka’s trust.

Adorable Discovery

I had never seen a kitten kneading up close before. Watching its tiny paws press against the bedding filled me with warmth.

Once they settled, I prepared the ingredients. The mother cat and kitten’s quiet presence filled the space.

The kitten slept, paws twitching. Satisfied they were safe, I worked, listening to faint purring.

Change of Heart

The mother cat stretched, left the box, and glanced at her kitten. She trotted to the door, but hesitated, then turned and walked back inside.

Little Baka trotted to the door. ‘Have fun,’ I called. She hesitated, then turned back inside. I frowned, curious.

Unexpected Action

Little Baka paused before the box, golden eyes fixed. She stood still, then leaped inside.

Nestling briefly beside her baby, she picked the kitten up by the scruff. My heart skipped—was she taking her away? Concerned, I followed as she padded to the doorway, kitten dangling from her mouth.

The mother cat leaped into the box, grasped her kitten by the neck, and lifted it. I followed to see where she was going.

Moving the Box Outside

I watched, wondering—was she leaving? I took a deep breath and trusted her.

I carried the box outside, watching the mother cat.

She scanned the surroundings, then picked up her kitten and carried it back inside.

A Mother’s Resolve

As I moved the box, the mother cat picked up her kitten and carried it back inside. Maybe she worried about being in our way. In the end, she stayed, settling down with her baby.

Little Baka rarely entered the store before, always waiting outside for meals. Now, she carried her kitten inside, as if seeing the store as a refuge.

Something had changed, and I felt honored by her trust.

Caring Mother

Little Baka carried her kitten to the entrance, giving us space while keeping her baby close.

After nursing, she went outside to play, leaving Peng Peng resting in the box.

I reached in to stroke her fur, appreciating Little Baka’s trust.

Keeping Her Entertained

I worried she might feel lonely, so I scooped her up and cradled her. We played as her curious eyes gleamed, and a bond formed between us.

We assumed Little Baka would return in the afternoon to nurse her baby. She had never strayed for long.

But as the hours passed, she didn’t appear. We waited, glancing at the door.

Just as we were about to close up, she bounded back—hungry and in a hurry. She ate first, then tended to her baby.

Baka’s Return

The mother cat didn’t return. Just before closing, she darted in, ate, and cared for her kitten.

Tomorrow, I’d take the kitten to the vet to ensure my resident cats stayed healthy.

A Much-Needed Meal

Baka entered the store and went straight for the cat food, eating quickly after a long day caring for her baby.

Tomorrow, I’m taking the kitten to the vet to ensure she’s healthy before meeting my cats.

Fatty Meets the Kitten

That night, I carried the tiny kitten home, her warmth against my chest. Taking her felt right—she was already in my heart.

As I opened the door, Fatty, my cat, bolted outside. He ignored me, his usual laziness gone. I sighed—he’d meet the new arrival later. For now, I had other things to do.

Easing Their Worries

After settling the kitten, I comforted Pipi and Fatty. Pipi kept her distance, wary. Fatty sniffed the air but held back.

Pipi remained wary. She kept her distance, rarely letting anyone get close. She had never been one for affection or being held. Now, with a newcomer in the house, she watched from a safe distance, eyes filled with suspicion.

On Watch

By the third morning, the kitten’s hunger was impossible to ignore. Her cries filled the room as she wriggled in her bed, kneading the fabric for warmth.

The kitten’s cries echoed through the house, drawing the two cats to the doorway. Fatty’s tail twitched, while Pipi lay silent, watching the new arrival.

Newborn Checkup

The vet placed the kitten on the scale—330 grams. She was healthy, with minor parasites not yet treatable.

The vet said she was too young for deworming, so we’d wait. She was safe, fed, and growing stronger.

Taking Her First Steps

The tiny kitten squirmed during the examination, making it difficult for the vet. By the end, fur was scattered, paw prints marked the table, and a small ‘surprise’ was left behind. The staff chuckled while she looked up innocently.

The kitten’s movements grew steadier. When I called her name, she turned and toddled over, her tail swaying.

Nursing the Kitten

On the fourth morning, I brought the kitten to work for Baka to nurse. As customers arrived, I placed them in a box for privacy.

Midway through, Baka took the kitten and left. I found her in the bushes before she ran off to play. Worried, I called for the kitten, who slowly returned to me.

Since Baka was uneasy around people, we moved the kitten back to her bed. When Baka didn’t return for a while, I fed the kitten myself. That evening, Baka returned, resumed nursing, then briefly took the kitten away again. I wondered what she was thinking—she had her own way of doing things, and I could only wait.

As more customers entered, I repositioned the box to give the mother cat and her baby privacy. The kitten nestled inside, unaware of the activity.

Hidden in the Bushes

As Baka nursed, she suddenly picked up her kitten and walked away. I followed, curious. She tucked the kitten in the bushes, then trotted off to play. Typical Baka.

I spotted the kitten nestled in the bushes where Little Baka had hidden her. The mother cat had wandered off, unconcerned.

A Recognizable Voice

I knelt and called softly. She perked up, hesitated, then waddled over. A small but telling sign—she was starting to recognize me. Watching her unsteady steps filled me with warmth.

During the busy lunchtime, Little Baka cautiously found a quiet spot, staying out of sight while watchful of her surroundings, showing old habits lingered despite her trust in us.

Feeding the Orphan

We placed the kitten back into her bed, hoping she’d feel safe. Nestled in the fabric, she blinked sleepily, whiskers twitching. Without her mother, she seemed unsure, then sighed and curled up. We waited to see if Little Baka would return, but the minutes passed quietly.

With no sign of the mother cat, I picked up the kitten and prepared a bottle. She latched on eagerly, her tiny paws kneading the air. It wasn’t what I had planned, but she wouldn’t go hungry tonight.

Persuading the Protective Mother

At dusk, Little Baka returned, curled around her kitten, and let her nurse. Despite her independence, she never forgot her baby.

With Baka nursing her baby, I crouched beside her as she licked Peng Peng clean. ‘Listen, Baka,’ I murmured, ‘how about leaving your little one with me instead of whisking her away?’ She flicked her tail and stared. Did she understand? I couldn’t be sure.

Fickle Mother

Little Baka was unpredictable. One moment, she carried her kitten away; the next, she brought her back.

I crouched beside her as she settled down with her baby. ‘Make up your mind, Baka,’ I murmured, amused. She had her own way of doing things.

I asked Baka if she could leave her baby with me. She tilted her head, ears twitching, but gave no clear answer. Instead, she picked up her kitten again, as if deciding. I watched, unsure if she agreed or would take her baby away.

Bold Escape

As evening light faded, Peng Peng perked up at her mother’s return. The tiny kitten clambered out of the enclosure, wobbling but determined.

She made it over the edge and hurried to her mother for a meal. Little Baka, however, seemed preoccupied. After nursing, she padded back inside, forgetting her baby outside.

Peng Peng wriggled and stretched to reach her mother. With a push and a wobble, she climbed over the edge, tumbling onto the floor. She paused, then scampered toward Baka, tail high.

Outside Alone

Peng Peng wriggled free and hurried to her mother, crying softly.

Baka, lounging nearby, barely reacted before Peng Peng nestled against her to nurse.

Later, Baka wandered back into the enclosure, forgetting Peng Peng was still outside.

After feeding, Baka trotted back into the enclosure.

Peng Peng remained outside, blinking in confusion.

She mewled, but Baka didn’t notice until moments later. By then, Peng Peng had begun her wobbly journey to find her mother.