Kig Kitty was an afraid kitty. She needed my help. When I was in danger, Mother Cat protected me, and now I felt a powerful urge to protect this kitten. She seemed to sense that I would follow her, so she moved off.
"I need a break!" one of them panted to the other. "We need to grab it and get the hell out of here," the other said tensely, but I could hear that they had stopped climbing.
Big Kitten was silent behind me; I could smell her , smell the terror and anxious despair.
I went after her, and before long we came to a place under some trees that was heavily redolent with the scent of the large mother cat. And there was something else rising to my nose: blood and meat. Buried in the grass and dirt was the nearly intact remains of a deer, a deer with the odors of Big Kitten and the dead mother cat on it.
When I took a few steps and looked over my shoulder, she trotted a little bit in a slightly different direction, then stopped. She looked toward where she seemed to want to go, then turned to me with what felt like expectation.
I did not understand any of this, but I knew I was hungry, and I greedily bit into the kill. After a time, making no noise at all, Big Kitten also began to feed.
She began to purr, and I knew what she was going to do before she did it: rub the top of her head against me, just as my kitty siblings had done. Eventually she curled up against my side, and I felt the fear leave her body.