The Adventures of Yet-to-be-Named-Kitten
Chapter 1.
Kitten felt bored and slightly irritated for no discernable reason. Kitten was out of sorts. Kitten’s brothers and sisters were napping - except for Olive - she had a touch of insomnia. (She had only slept 14 hours the day before.)
Blegh - kitten didn’t feel like napping. Instead she decided to try and figure out why she felt upset.
After deep contemplation, kitten decided she needed a new purpose in life. Napping, eating, and playing were obviously important, but she felt there must be something more.
How could she find direction? Then she remembered the really ridiculously hard to find wise women (most locales have a wise woman/man – some are easier to find than others). Trotting down the path kitten saw an old cat begging.
Feeling sorry for her she stopped and gave her the cricket she had been saving for an afternoon snack. After she eating the cricket the cat shook off her robe and kitten recognized her as the wise woman.
“Oh, yay,” said the kitten, “I thought it would be hard to find you."
The wise woman replied, saying, “Finding your nose is easy if it likes you.”
Kitten was confused but judged it best not to inquire about that one.
Instead she said, “Oh wise woman, is there more to life than playing, eating, and napping?”
“Do you need there to be?”
“Yes.”
“Then find something you care about doing and do it,” with that the wise woman disappeared.
Kitten thought, her cousin loved dancing -
- but that had never appealed to her.
Her father was a philosopher –
- but kitten was sure that would bore her.
Her older brother was a dog trainer.
(Kitten was allergic to dogs.)
Kitten despaired of ever finding something she cared about doing.
THEN
Rustle, scritch, MREOW!
Racing off to the source of the sounds kitten found a ransacked kitten cave and a badly shaken up kitten crying inside.
“What’s the matter crying kitten?”
“The kitty mafia stole my milk!”
“What can you do to get it back?”
“Nothing,” sobbed crying kitten, “I am ignorant of the legal-justice-system-thingy. I want my milk – waahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“I will help you,” declared our heroine. I will become lawkitten and fight for the rights of the oppressed!”
Thus lawkitten found a calling (and a new spiffy name).
*Special thanks to katespade for suggesting I write a story about a law kitty.*