It was summer. Beautiful, sunny and warm day. The birds were singing, the breeze was pleasantly cooling. The rays were warming. The cats were lying on the balcony and basking. They had been lying there since morning. They barely raised their heads to go have breakfast. They raised them a little more to go have a snack. And a little, little more so that they can go to lunch. But only because they were already hungry. Otherwise they wouldn’t pick them up at all. Freya stood in the doorway looking at them. She shook her head “Such slackers. Who ever saw it. Sleep all night and then just roll around in the morning.” No one even opened an eye to look at her. “Maybe they can’t hear me.” She wondered, straightening and bristling her fur. With a loud meow that clearly signaled that it was time to get up and do something, she darted between them.

Orion was the first to rise slowly. A cat named after a constellation - not the chocolate one. He stretched his long black and white body as lazily as he could, briefly bristling with coats, short hair. When he came to the house, he was little, scared and kept hiding somewhere. Now he was bigger than Freya. He was already stronger and faster than her. He was unusually worked up from running around the garden, climbing trees and chasing others. His muscles just played as he moved. Even though his eyes could glow yellow and terrify intruders, he never thought of taking command. He was not that brave and did not like skirmishes and fights. Most of the time he came off as a douchebag, in spite of the fact that he was actually very smart.

Astra got up right after him. Named star in Latin, no flower. Even as a flower it would be a nice name. A little more vividly, she stretched out her tiny body in black, brown, ginger colors with a spot here and there and a stripe here and there. She squinted into the sunlight with cinnamon peepers before looking sleepy at Freya and Orion. Sometimes she just thought to herself that if Orion was their leader, they would be able to hang around a lot more, be lazy and just run around the garden. She sighed and stretched a second time. She glanced at the little kittens sleeping in a pile. Then she looked into the garden. The big black cat with a white bib and long fur, who was their father, didn’t show up for a long time. He never came often or for long. She knew it. Still, she was saddened.

As the others continued to lounge, Freya bristled even more. She stood on her tiptoes, arched her back and hissed so loudly that everyone else didn’t even have time to stretch their bodies. As a result we will not yet know who was lazing around in the sun that afternoon. They shot out as if the postman had just delivered a bag full of the best car granules down by the door and in a moment they were rushing down the stairs in one big swarm. If we watch closely, maybe, but really just maybe, we would make out some ginger, some black, some white and some gray color. Hard to say. Swarm was just a leg, just a tail, a bunch of ears and noses full of whiskers. But at the end a much larger swarm of cat hairs. While ears, snouts, tails and paws could be easily counted, hairs are probably difficult, so we will wait until there is more calm before counting.

There was no time to introduce the kitties even when the swarm stopped at the door below. Freya ordered a long walk. They took the road to the left. They decided to walk beyond the nearby field to another forest and investigate what was interesting there, who lived there, if anything could be caught in those parts. If there isn’t something there to catch them. Freya alerts in the front, behind her an indeterminate swarm constantly changing size and appearance and in the back a prudent Astra with Orion looking like he’s seriously, seriously not enjoying it at all.

In this way they passed through the field and began to burrow among the trees. There weren’t many of them. A few here and there, rather bushes and tufts of upland grass with long red flowers everywhere. The swarm split into individual tiny swarms and the kittens began to explore the flowers, which seemed like a great toy for them. Freya walked around the valley, sniffing and checking everything, then stood in the middle of the others. Just rolled her eyes after that giant cat Orion raced through the grass and hunted its stems. “Like a little kittie.” She snorted. Astra watched her. She also watched Orion and the others. She looked at Freya. She is so serious, she thought. Then she looked at Orion. It was tempting to play. Astra looked back at Freya, at Orion, at Freya, Orion again, Freya again, Orion once more and Freya once more. Maybe she would have been looking from one to the other like that for a long time - she couldn’t decide whether to be serious and mature or playful and immature - if there hadn’t been a very strange huffing and stomping sound from the end of the valley.

Astra pricked up her ears. Orion stopped and remained as still as a statue. A strange and mainly unknown smell penetrated his nose. Freya bristled even though she saw no danger. She felt something approaching them. Something big. Something that could hurt them all. "Tsssss!" Exclaimed the kittens, who did not notice anything during their gameplay. All five stopped. The biggest and boldest of them all, an all dark ginger Nukhfi with almost brown streaks all over his body, ran towards where the sounds were coming from. He had strange eyes that cats don’t have. Light brown like walnuts on the edge of orange. Orion stood in his way. Unexpectedly. Nukhfi smashed into him with his snout and fell under his belly. Orion chuckled in amusement. He looked down at the crumb. He only looked at his ass and legs. He felt like doing something to him, but Freya's warning hiss drew his attention away from the rash kitten. He turned to the edge of the valley.

The tree trunks shuddered as something heavy leaned into them. Branches snapped, bushes snapped. A strange sound resembling the clapping together with the singing of some bird came to their ears. Freya took a few steps forward. Carefully, quietly. She pricked up her ears. But she relied more on her sense of smell. He told her that there was no point in fighting. She ran back, starting to chase the others behind the bushes and into the tall grass. But the kittens didn't want to hide. They wanted to confront something, they wanted to hunt it down. It was only when Orion and Astra joined Freya that they obeyed. They hid wherever they could. Orion looked after Freya. He waited to see if she would give the order to attack. But she just ducked behind the nearest tuft of grass and hid herself in such a way that he couldn't find her even if he wanted to. He just got scared of what was coming. Freya was not afraid of anything. She didn't hide from anything. Now she lay down and didn't even snort.

From their hiding places they saw a gigantic animal. So big that his head was above the treetops. But all they had to do was watch the huge paws digging into the ground and the claws tearing up the dirt like a plow to give them great fear. One of the kittens meowed. Freya hissed at him. Astra crept up to the kittens and hid next to them. She reassured them that Freya definitely knew what to do to keep them safe. Even fearless Nukhfi trembled like an aspen in the wind. Not so big, but still huge front paws spread the two nearest trees. Everyone squished into their hiding places as much as possible. Between the tribes appeared a giant, seriously giant head full of teeth as big as themselves. Saliva dripped from this mouth onto the clay and made puddles.

It will kill us, eat us all, swallow us like apples. Orion's mind raced. He couldn't take his eyes off the giant's teeth. He was slowly forgetting to breathe as he was afraid. Someone moved and the large creature's eyes turned in that direction. Freya quickly ran to another bush away from the kittens. The creature immediately turned on her, roared, and took several steps in her direction. She lay down in the hole next to the bushes and didn't even move. We must not move. We have to be completely quiet. It occurred to Astra. She and the kittens pressed to the ground as much as possible and waited. No one moved. They understood that the creature couldn't really see them. And if they are quiet, he won't find them. The big dinosaur took two more steps into the valley. He looked around. He sniffed the air. But he didn't hear or see anything. He reared up, straightened up, and roared. He roared so menacingly that they wanted to start running. Fortunately, they had much more to fear. So they remained lying. They lay still for long minutes before dying a terrible “Aarrvvv, uraaaavrr, vrrrr.” and all the other scary sounds that dinosaurs make. Then they carefully poked out the ears, the eyes behind the ears, and finally the whole heads. Their fur stopped standing.

Freya was the first to climb out fully intact. She ran to where the dinosaur had left. She looked at the giant footprints on his feet and wrinkled her nose. She felt strange. Her hair stood by itself. But he seemed to have left. "Tyrannosaurus." Astra gasped in surprise. She had seen him before, but only in pictures. Animals like him have not lived for a long time. "Where did he come from?" She thought, looking worriedly behind Freya. Even she wouldn't be able to stand up to him. She was convinced that they should return home immediately. But Freya disagreed. She continued to lead them in the opposite direction from where the tyrannosaurus had gone. They walked through the trees, carefully examining every footprint, every scent, and every broken twig.