Pita...having tookeded off for some time to think about hims friends now gone and hims Momma. Hims was not gone long, just 2-3 days. Hims had gone huntin' up on Mount Freshstep, to a small cabin along litterbox ridge. Hims could use a good baff but hims lookin well feded. On a bit stick ober his shoulder as hims walks along a few streets in the village. On da stick is some uf da biggust juiciest micies and micies cuzzins dat enny kit seened in a long while. der be 3 big fat voles and a few shrewzies and a bit ole rat dat were nearly da size of a half growed kit. Corse hims a mancat and gots some maine coonie in hims so hims not a small kit to begin wiff.
Hims purred an ole huntin song as hims makes hims ways home. "Tita! my hart o my hart! Iy broughts us home sum nom noms!" She calleded from da purrch.



