In part one I introduced you to a nine year old boy named Billy Faulkner who coming home from school one day came across an abandoned kitten.
He immediately fell in love with that ball of fluff and took it home.
But Billy soon found out that looking after a kitten isn’t easy.
First the kitten was sick all over Billy’s bed sheets so Billy waited until his mother had gone to bed.
Then he took the sheets into the laundry and put them into the washing machine where the kitten bumped a one pound box of soap into the washer.
And in the morning Billy was confronted by an angry mother and a house full of suds.
He couldn’t see his mom but he sure could hear her ‘What have you done this time mister you are grounded for a month,now go back into your room and think about what you have done while I clean up this mess’
The kitten follows Billy oblivious to the trouble that he has caused and with a meow he knows that there is more trouble to come.
He has only just started.
It is the first of December and Billy is helping his mom put up the Christmas tree.
While they erect the tree branch by branch bauble by bauble trouble the kitten watches proceedings from a safe distance.
Once all of the decorations are carefully arranged and about a thousand lights are draped from every branch of the tree.
Billy’s mom plugs in the lights and turns them on.
Well the kitten goes completely ballistic running around the room like a headless chicken until it finally takes off down to the safety of the basement.
Billy and his mom are in stitches as they watch the kitten disappear.
But they soon recover and settle down to watch some TV while stealing glances at the shiny big tree.
A while later trouble builds up the nerve to enter the living room where it sits on the floor next to Billy looking at the alien in the room with a mixture of fear and complete bafflement.
He sits there for over twenty minutes waiting for the right time to spring an attack.
Then he gets up onto his haunches and springs into action.
He lands halfway up the tree where he soon finds out that he has bitten more than he can chew.
Trouble scrambles to the top of the tree and hangs on for grim death.
He wriggles his tail around trying to get a better hold where it becomes tangles around a dozen or more Christmas lights.
Trouble starts to panic and he bites at the cable holding the lights.
Well a shower of sparks fill the room and all the lights go out and Billy and his mom watch in amazement as a little furry comet flies across the room.
A week later after a visit to the vet Trouble is given the all clear and Billy takes the kitten back home.
He looks at the singed and sad kitten’Dont worry Trouble the vet said that your fur will grow back in a month or so’
‘Hey maybe I should have called you Smokey?’ Billy laugh’s until it hurts.
Trouble the kitten doesn’t see the funny side and with as much dignity as he can muster slowly leaves the room.
Trouble quickly recovers from his injuries and once more he is doing what cats do.
That is getting into trouble and hunting for it’s prey.
First he wanders down to his favourite room in the house the basement.
Here he has lots of room to run around plus the room is also full of mice.
And over the next three hours he catches about mice.
Where one by one he carries those rodents up to his masters mothers room.
And with great dexterity he arranges his kill around her pillow.
At 4 06 exactly the whole neighbourhood wakes to an almighty screech.
Is someone being attacked?
Have the little green men from Mars finally attacked?
Billy wakes with fright but soon realises that the sound is coming from his mom’s room so he jumps out of bed and races to the scene of the crime.
God it sounds like ma is giving birth to a baby hippo’
Billy runs into his moms room to find a shit load of mice scattered around the room
And a proud kitten standing in the corner.
‘Billy that cat has got to go it almost give me a heart attack,that cat is nothing but trouble’
But mom he is only showing you how much he likes you’
‘The mice were a present’
Sorry Billy but first thing in the morning that kitten is going to the pound’
‘You can get another pet.how about a goldfish or a hampster or maybe one of those nice pet rocks?’
But mommy I want to keep my kitty,please please one last chance?’
Sorry Billy but my nerves can only take so much”
Billy picks up his kitten and runs back to his room in distress.
He knows all about the pound Trouble will go there and after a while he will get the needle.
Go to sleep and never wake up.
Billy will never let that happen so he paces around his room trying to think of a way to convince his mom to let him keep Trouble.
And soon a cunning plan enters his brain.
He picks up Troubles food and water bowls opens his bedroom door to check that the coast is clear.
Then he creeps down to the basement with Trouble hot on his heels.
He sits on the floor cradling his kitten in his lap ‘OK Trouble you will have to stay down here for a while until mom comes around’
Trouble senses his masters sorrow and meows in sadness and after a few minutes Billy hugs his kitten and tells him to lay low and stay out of trouble
Then he goes back to his bedroom and opens the window.
In the morning Billy enters the kitchen where his mom is preparing breakfast.
Mom Trouble escaped last night I think he must of jumped out my window and run off into the fields’
Billy looks all sad and he even manages a tear or two.
His mom gives him a skepical look but soon realises that her son is crying ‘Oh Billy it is for the best,Trouble will be wild and free and who knows maybe he will find his family”
Billy nods and produces a few more crocodile tears.
Over the following days and weeks Billy plays with Trouble when his mom is out shopping or at work.
But that all changed on the night of 2nd February.
It started out as any other day Billy had come home from school he had a snack then went down to the basement to visit Trouble.
A couple of hours later his mom came home from work carrying a huge bucket of KFC.
Billy and his mom sit on the couch with the bucket of chicken between them as they watch the Simpsons on the tube.
Billys mom has had nothing to eat all day and she is swallowing way too fast and soon a bone gets lodged in her throat.
Meanwhile down in the basement Trouble is half asleep waiting for his master to bring him some food.
When the smell of fried chicken hits his nostrils.
Up on the family room Billy is running around not knowing what to do.
His moms face has gone from red to a nasty shade of purple.
The situation is getting deadly serious.
Billy calls 911 on his cell phone hoping that they get here real quick.
Trouble is halfway up the stairs when he hears his masters cries for help.
So he takes off like a cheetah chasing down a gazelle.
And right away he notices the female in distress.
Luckily for Billy Trouble knows exactly what to do.
He climbs up the curtain onto a bookcase and without a moments hesitation launches himself into thin air.
Billy is still talking to 911 when he looks up to see trouble flying through the air.
Trouble the first cat in space.
Billys mom is in a really bad way almost at heavens door when Trouble lands on her chest with a thud.
The chicken bone is dislodged from her airways and ricochets around the room
The paramedics soon arrive and after and Billy’s mom is given the all clear.
Billy gives his mom a big hug and welcomes her back to the land of the living.
Then they both look over to Trouble the hero and saviour.
But Trouble is oblivious to all the attention.
He is way to busy chewing on that pesky chicken bone.
And I get the feeling that he is here to stay.
He isn’t going anywhere.
Thanks for taking the time to read one of my stories now could you please make a donation to go towards me realizing of dream of becoming a fulltime writer. Thank again Steven.