😨😲After my cat brought home some kittens, I don’t know from where, a police officer knocked on the door. His words froze my blood in my veins…
That evening had started quietly. I was folding laundry when suddenly I heard Lili’s shout from the living room:
— Mom! She has one in her mouth again!
— Who? — I stopped halfway.
— Marsa! A kitten! Another one!
I approached the window and couldn’t believe my eyes: my tabby cat was walking through the yard holding a tiny black ball in her mouth.
In a corner of the room, in a wicker basket, there were already four others — very small, with their eyes tightly shut and their bodies warm and soft.
Marsa carefully placed the newcomer next to the others, licked it tenderly, and lay down around them, as if she wanted to protect them from the whole world.
I couldn’t understand: where was she finding these kittens? And why was she bringing them one by one?
During the day, someone knocked on the door. So hard that the window pane vibrated.
I froze, and Lili clung to my hand, as if she sensed something was wrong.
I opened the door — on the threshold stood a police officer and Mrs. Miller, our neighbor, known for observing everything and everyone. Her face was darker than a storm cloud.
— Do you have a cat? — the officer asked, without wasting time on greetings.
— Yes… — I nodded cautiously. — Why? Did something happen?
He looked at me for a long time, with a heavy gaze, and then said slowly:
— In that case… you might want to sit down.
I still didn’t know what I was about to hear, but a shiver ran down my spine and my heart skipped a beat.
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I automatically sat on the edge of the couch, feeling the cold teacup freezing my fingers.
Lili pressed against me, and Marsa, as if she understood that the discussion concerned her, slowly came out of the kitchen and sat right in front of the police officer, looking at him with her green, unwavering eyes.
— This morning — he began — a nest was found in the neighboring yard. The kittens were no longer there.
— And so?.. — my voice trembled traitorously.
— The owner claims she saw her cat bringing them to her, one by one — he paused, as if searching for the right words.
The neighbor sighed and, lowering her gaze, said:
— Those kittens… are mine. Their mother died this morning. And your cat, Marsa…
I looked at my cat, who at that moment was purring and cuddling the kittens to her chest with her paws.
— I apologize for the misunderstanding, she probably acted that way because we had already found other owners for the kittens, but she still needed to feel like a mother. Now I will return the kittens to you.
The neighbor stood for a moment watching that peaceful scene — Marsa gently licking and maternally protecting the kittens — and then added:
— Let them stay here. I believe… it’s better for everyone.
I nodded in agreement, and Marsa, as if she understood every word, tightened her grip on her new little ones.
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