The little orange kitten stopped and scratched his neck. "Fleas," he mumbled to himself; he could feel the bugs wandering around in his fur, stopping for a bite every now and again. Yuk He was hungry, too, but he knew his mother was struggling to feed him and his four siblings. Spittin' plopped himself down in their nest beside the barn. Had the humans simply forgotten to put food out? he wondered. Maybe he could be the one to remind them.Spittin'...