Snowflake tricks the man
She had been waiting patiently at the door for what seemed like an age. It had definitely been long enough for her tiny tummy to begin to rumble, and she realised it was probably approaching the time when the big mother cat allowed her kittens to feed. Snowflake could partake in this if no one noticed her, which was often the case.
The big mother cat would lie slumped on her side, as crowds of tiny kittens jostled each other to try and get a teat. After everyone was engaged, some kittens sucking away contentedly, while others detached and lay moaning on the floor, their tiny bellies swollen with milk, she could usually sneak in and get a feed. There had been many cuffs from the big mother cat, and scratches from the other kittens however. It wasn’t easy to hide her white coat amongst the mottled colours of the litter.
Perhaps she was waiting in vain, and should go back to the others and see if she could get some milk.
Then suddenly, the door clicked open. Now was her chance! She scrambled onto her feet and galloped through the opening as fast as her tiny paws could carry her.
She ran past the big black boots of the man, feeling a little bad for tricking him this way. He was always kind to her, feeding her treats, tickling behind her ears. There were times when he had even let her sleep beside him on his bed, a privilege none of the other kittens she’d met had ever been granted. But she had a mission and it was an important one. The last thing her mother had purred into her tiny ears was that she must look after the mistress. And so she would, but they had locked her out for so many days she was growing desperate. She hoped the man would forgive her.
She almost gave a small meow of triumph as he tromped out into the hallway, but then she remembered she wasn’t supposed to be there and caught it right before it squeaked out. The man didn’t notice her and shut the door behind him.
She ran round the side of the bed to where her mistress lay but then she encountered a problem. The hulking wooden structure soared high above her head and she could see no way of reaching her mistress’ side. She gazed up in despair.
There was nothing to it. She was just going to have to jump. She crouched low, tensing all her muscles as she had seen the adult cats do before they pounced. Then with all her might she threw herself upwards towards the bed. Her little paws batted at the side, wildly scrabbling for something to hold onto to, but it was to no avail and she crashed back down to the floor, hurting her legs when she fell.
She tried this several more times, each with the same result, until her legs were trembling and she could jump no longer.
She slumped down onto her side, staring at her paws in frustration. Why couldn’t she just jump a bit higher? She had seen the big cats do it with such ease and grace and she desperately wanted to be like them. What sort of cat was she if she couldn’t even jump. How would she be able to do other catly things, like catch mice for instance, if she couldn’t complete such an easy task.
She looked up at the wooden underside of the bed, the angular lines seemed to be mocking her and every time she had jumped higher, the bed seemed to stretch upwards on its legs. She noticed the underside of the mattress moving slightly, and the bed squeaked, laughing at her misfortune.
Then she heard a faint moan from above and the mattress moved a bit more, bulging out in some areas, springing back in others. The wooden boards of the bed were creaking more now, a sound of irritation at the movement above.
She suddenly realised what this meant and gave a startled squeak, leaping to her feet.
“Alexis…”, a muffled voice from on high came down to her.
She meowed again in excitement, as she saw one of her mistress’ fingers poking over the side of the bed. She simply must get up there. It was her duty to both her mother and her mistress and she could not fail.
She crouched down again, building up the energy in her legs, wiggling her tail-end back and forth as she had seen the adult cats do, to build the power. This was it, THE jump, she knew she would make it now. She had the incentive, the motivation, she was a big cat soaring gracefully through the air, landing with poise where she wanted.
She took a deep breath and launched herself into the air. She was going to make it, she had jumped higher than ever before, she felt her paws collide with the side of the bed and she began to scrabble for something to dig her claws into. But the evil mattress was mostly packed hay at this point, and her tiny claws could not find a paw-hold. She started to fall and she knew this time she would really hurt herself, her legs would be crushed underneath her falling weight. She panicked, her legs and arms flailing as she fell.
And then something strange happened. Despite her terror, she felt her body twisting of its own accord and then suddenly all four feet was were on the ground and she wasn’t falling anymore.
She gingerly picked up a paw and examined it for damage, but there was none. She licked at it just in case, but no pain shot through her limbs with the rough touch of her tongue. Amazing!
She was just contemplating this miraculous feat when she heard the door open again.
“Alexis… “, her mistress’ voice croaked from the bed again and Snowflake remembered what she had been trying to do.
“Morven!”, the man gave a strangled cry and the black boots stomped around the side of the bed so that she had to leap out of the way to avoid being crushed.
She mewed up at him in the hope that he would lift her up to the bed, but he seemed otherwise occupied. It almost sounded like he was crying.
With a sigh she crawled underneath the chair where she would be safe from those awful gigantic boot-clad feet and curled up. She was exhausted from her efforts and within moments, she was within the folds of sleep.
Awwww what a wonderful way to tell this news! What a little trouper that Snowflake is. Ehn! *thump*
Her fears about being unable to do “catly” things was so cute. And it was so sweet that her mommy told her to take care of Morven.
Cuuuuuute! I can’t wait to have some virtual kittens of my own. Oh, the squirming cute-and-so-forths!
I hope we do get an Alexis & Morven chapter though… has she even consciously met her babies yet?
Oooh, Morven is awake? Yay! The kitten pictures were cute.
I like how she found Alexis’ big boots intimidating!
Aww Snokeflake is so cute! I like how you wrote this story in her view point and I’m glad that Morven is awake yay!.
Keep Simming!.
See ya.
Kittens are so cute!
Oh yeah… and Lothere… if you have never had kittens in game before I guess I should warn you of something I didn’t know about. I think this is a general rule (at least it has been with all my kittens so far) that the kittens are either black or white and then when they grow up they turn into a more interesting colour. It makes it a bit hard for the story since I guess you have to either make the new cats completely black or white (like with snowflake… she’s actually the first white kitten I have ever had) or say that they have baby fur or something which changes as they age.
Has anyone else ever had different coloured kittens?
Thanks for the warning, Verity. I guess I will grow up my kittens after they are born just like I do with my baby Sims, and see what color they become. Eh, Photoshop? At least Sweetdew is black (no — cinder-colored — black would be unlucky) so she might be having black kittens anyway. But, darn it, if I made Drag marmalade-colored, it was because I wanted orange babies!
Orange babies would be so adorable! Orange cats are definitely the cutest. I used to have the most adorable marmalade cat called Orlando. He was the sweetest cat that ever lived and we all loved him to bits. He had this really stupid creaky meow and he used to sleep inside my cardigan when I was watching TV. Oh… now I am missing him
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My friends just got two kittens and one is orange. They are both adorable… but the orange… so so cute. His name is Loki… awwww. And his brother is Hercules and he is so tiny. I love ironic names like that. But he has ears like sails so who knows… maybe he will end up being a big boofy cat.
In the Name of Science I made three test kittens today with Sweetdew and Drag. (Using InSim.) I got three boys, one at a time, and the first one was black and the other two very light gray. I could swear they were not white. Even their thumbnail images looked gray to me before I saw the kittens themselves, so I don’t think it was just lighting.
Kittens
Then they grew up, and the black kitten turned solid orange, and the two light grays ones turned a weird stripey tortoiseshell tiger color. Made all the worse by the fact that they were male and should not be torties.
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So this is going to be a hassle. Now I wish I had checked to see whether I could age them back down to kittens with InSim, so I could at least keep trying & exiting without saving until I get some that will look good as kittens and adults both. Happen to know if that’s possible? I probably won’t get a chance to fire up my game again until next weekend.
I really was hoping for at least one orange kitten. A nice pumpkiny orange is my favorite cat color, after Siamese. I don’t think there were Siamese cats in medieval England, otherwise Sweetdew would have been Siamese for certain.
Orlando is such an awesome name for a cat… I can see leaning out the back door, calling “Orlando!” at the top of your voice. Wait, wasn’t that an Abba song?
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Hehe I think that was Fernando… but there might have been an Orlando song to. We actually ended up shortening it to Landy most of the time (it always happens with cats).
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I haven’t actually tried aging them back down, but I am thinking it is probably the same as with babies, you can’t go backwards. But then I have never tried aging any kittens yet either… I guess we’re going to have to test that. I will try it out when I get a chance and let you know (no sims for you till the weekend… arg! poor you). Maybe you can get gray kittens too, I haven’t made that many kittens in game. It seems like they always come out block colours though. I wonder if someone has made a hack to change kitten colours… that would be really good. Those torty colours are weird… and so not genetically possible anyway
. I think Siamese cats are super cute too… and I love chocolate burmese… so cute!
OK, so I am not up on my Abba. Fernando would be a cute cat name too, though.
I am hoping the kittens work more like Sim children than Sim babies. Sim babies are kind of weird because they are like half-object, half-Sim. But kittens just seem like little cats with a few less needs. So maybe they age both ways. If not… I guess I will just have to make some adult cats by hand and pretend that the kittens grew up into those. How annoying.
I read somewhere someone theorizing that kittens seem to get their future base coat color as their overall kitten color, but I am not seeing it in those three. An orange cat with a black base coat? But I don’t know how to inspect cat coats after the fact, unless SimPE has a plugin I don’t know about.
Have you aged Snowflake yet? Does she stay white?
Aww how adorable. Snowflake reminds me of one of my kitties. Especially during the jumping part. And yay! Morven’s awake!