Mittens II

Ellie was seven years old, same as Mittens. Her Ma said it was a bad idea, but her Pa said she could watch.

She'd never seen a cat give birth before, but Ellie knew by her Pa's face that something was off. When the storm of howling and hissing passed, the only survivor was a black and white kitten.

Her Pa knelt down next to her. "I'm sorry, hon." He placed a weathered hand on her shoulder. "This little guy still needs a name, though."

The tiny kitten had the same white feet as his mother. Ellie could only think of one name.