Din Din shivered as he made his option to the backyard. Steady snow had fallen in the previous few days and the bottom was coated with a layer of clear white snow. Din Din’s tracks left their prints within the snow.
“Kit!” he known as out. “Where are you?” He appeared for his pet cat, Kit, who lived in a tiny shack Din Din had constructed. Din Din had discovered the kitten when she was only a week old and since then the kitten had been his shadow. She took care of Din Din’s prized backyard and waited anxiously for him to return each night. But as we speak the young cat was nowhere to be seen. She normally rushed to greet Din Din by entwining herself between his tall legs.
The wind blew, bringing with it a recent bathe of snow. Bushes with vivid violets, pansies and sweet-scented winter jasmine which Din Din had planted final month had been now in bloom. Din Din returned to the lake when the solar was midway down the horizon.
“Hello Din Din,” greeted Delma. “The edges of the lake are beginning to freeze and I’m going to move to the warmer coves near the Aquatic School.” When Din Din didn’t reply, Delma and Dazel had been puzzled.
“What’s wrong, Din Din?” Dazel requested.
“It’s Kit; I can’t find her in the garden. I’m really concerned. It’s getting colder every day and I usually line her shack with hay in winter. This time I completely forgot,” shared Din Din shaking his head in regret.
“So you think the cold has driven her out of her shack?” requested Delma.
“Yes, I haven’t been to my garden since the snow fell a few days ago,” defined Din Din.
“There’s also one more thing; since the last few months she has been behaving quite strangely. She wanders away from the garden. It’s not like her to do that.”
“It’s been nearly two years since Kit has been with me. I found her one fine day in my garden when she was barely a week old and since then she never wanted to leave me. All the cats live down South but I never found out who brought her to this side of D’Land,” the dinosaur continued in a tremulous voice.
“We will find her,” comforted Dazel. “The sun has gone down,” stated Delma. “It will be hard to find her. We will have to start tomorrow morning.”
After a stressed evening, Din Din awoke even earlier than dawn. He trekked round Fruit Park and his backyard however Kit was nowhere. That night when he met Delma and Dazel on the lake, they too had no excellent news to share.
“I swam around the lake bank…,” stated Delma.
“And I flew till the Northern Mountains, but I could not spot Kit,” stated Dazel.
Dejected, Din Din made his means from the lake. In the gap he may see Burrow the rabbit who was an knowledgeable gardener.
“Hello Din Din,” Burrow waved to him. “How are your winter plants coming along?”
“The violets, pansies and jasmines are blossoming well,” replied Din Din.
“I’ve just come out of my burrow to take a look at the asparagus and peas growing in my garden. There are very limited vegetables I can grow for my clan in winter,” retorted Burrow. “It’s a good thing we have stored quite a hoard of vegetables in our burrows. These burrows can be quite warm and cozy. I’d invite you inside mine if you could fit in.” Din Din bid goodbye to Burrow, thanking him for the peas he had gifted.
“Ma, these are from Burrow,” stated a subdued Din Din as he walked into the kitchen of his spacious cave home.
“Oh lovely! I will prepare pea soup for dinner,” introduced Mrs. Dee. As Din Din drank the steaming pea soup that evening, Burrow’s dialog saved replaying in his thoughts,
“Burrows keep creatures warm. Maybe Kit made a burrow for herself. There is an entire colony of moles who live near my garden underground.”
With hope to hold him on, Din Din waited impatiently for morning. At dawn, Din Din was already at his backyard. In the rising morning gentle he peered across the backyard in search of the mole households who lived there.
A gray head with beady eyes popped out from a gap within the snow.
“What is it?” the mole requested.
Din Din shuffled uncomfortably from one nice foot to a different. He didn’t have a really amicable relationship with these moles as they normally tried to dig up his backyard.
“I just wanted to ask if you have seen my cat, Kit,” requested Din Din.
“You mean that white cat who doesn’t let us into your garden,” the mole retorted impishly. Din Din nodded his head.
“As a matter of fact, I have seen her,” the mole shot again, a mischievous grin on his face.
“She’s in one of our burrows, but she’s not alone.” the mole stated.
His head disappeared and he returned a number of moments later, carrying a bundle of white fluff.
“Kit!” Din Din remarked.
“No, it’s not Kit — she is resting. It’s her litter of kittens,” the mole stated. Din Din was speechless.
“Kit gave birth to these three kittens a few days ago but it was too cold in her shack so we invited her to stay here in our burrows,” the mole defined.
“Thank you so much. How could I have not known,” Din Din stated shaking his head. “I have been very neglectful in taking care of her.”
“My name is Messi,” the mole stated, “And there is no need to say thanks. Kit is very generous with sharing vegetables that grow in your garden.”
A number of days later Din Din had accomplished lining Kit’s shack with a thick layer of hay. He escorted Kit and her litter of three kittens to their home.
A vessel of heat milk awaited the kitten household.
“I’m sorry, Kit,” apologized Din Din, with a bowed head.
“Din Din, please. Don’t say sorry. You have taken care of me for years. And now you have renovated this shack for my kittens,” Kit replied with a smile. “Together we will take care of your garden.” And Din Din smiled as all the household of fluffy cats snuggled towards his legs.
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