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Kitten Stories – Maggie Many Cats and the Ballyyahoo Kittens

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 beautiful kittens in basket illustrating kitten stories from Ireland’s BallyyahooKitten Stories – this is Episode 3 of this series.

Click here to read the very 1st episode.

To learn how Maggie Many Cats cared for the lost Kittens of Ballyyahoo read on…

Maggie Maggie Many Cats was very alarmed, Sergeant Sid was banging on her door and that meant trouble.

Sergeant Sid always meant trouble!

She thought about pretending she wasn’t in, but only for a second. She could see Sergeant Sid peering in the window and as usual, e had a big eejity look on his face.

‘Coming! Give me a second will you? I’m covered in kittens.’

Maggie wasn’t exactly lying either, for the three little black kittens she had found The Witchy Woods were nestled together in a fluffy ball on her warm lap.

They were enjoying the warmth of Maggie’s log fire and the gentle movement of her rocking chair.

Sighing, she put the kittens in their basket and stood up. Then she went to the door and opened it.

‘Sid! There you are. I haven’t seen you this long time. How are you keeping?’

‘Maggie, I’m not here for the small talk, although I must say I’m grand and I hope the day is finding you good and well, and that the weather isn’t getting you down, although they say it might change next week, with a bit of luck,’ he said, letting his tongue run away with him as usual.

beautiful kitten on a garden stool - illustrating kitten stories from Ireland’s BallyyahooMaggie nodded. ’Oh, I’m grand. Not a bother and never better. I found some abandoned kittens down in the…’

But Sergeant Sid wasn’t interested and he certainly wasn’t listening.

‘Good so, Maggie, well… I am afraid I have a bit of business with you.’


‘Bad business, I’m afraid,’ he said, with his nose twitching as he tried to catch the smell of baking.

‘What is it?’

‘Well, you see I got an awful smell of cake as I was passing the house earlier on.’

‘What? Awful?’

‘Yes, twas terrible. I could smell it all the way to the station. Nose pollution it was.’

‘Nose pollution?’

‘Yes, and I’m afraid I have to tell you that nose pollution is against the law.’

‘Oh no!’ said Maggie.

‘Oh yes. I’m afraid I’ll have to confiscate that cake before it can cause any more pollution.’

Maggie reached over and petted the three little black kittens as they gently snored in their basket.

‘Really Sid, do you have to?’

‘Yes, I’m afraid so, Maggie, now come on, hand it over.’

‘I can’t.

‘What do you mean you can’t.’

‘You see that smell, that er.. nose pollution wasn’t the cake at all, not a real cake. It was a cat cake. Inside it was lamb and turkey jelly chunks. I made it to celebrate the kittens good health and it’s all gone. They’ve eaten every last bit.’

Maggie pointed at the large ‘Happy Kittens Day’ card she had positioned in pride of place on the fireplace.

Then she took a large cake tin from the sink and showed Sid.

‘See it’s cat food. Can you smell it?’ she asked.

Sid could smell it and it was a smell he didn’t like one little bit.

‘Look at the cats, Sergeant Sid – don’t they look full to you?

Sid looked around Maggie’s Kitchen which was packed solid with sleeping cats and kittens.

He had to admit they all looked very full and by the sound of their snoring, they were very, very content.

Sid was disappointed but he was determined to salvage something from the day.

His tooth was driving him mad and the only cure he knew was to feed it something sweet.

‘Well now, that still leaves the matter of nose pollution. There has to be a fine, now you’ve gone and done the crime,’ he said, pleased with himself because the words rhymed and he always fancied himself as a bit of a poet.

‘How about some of these?’ Maggie smiled, reaching into the cupboard behind her and taking out a packet of chocolate biscuits.

‘Will they do, you big eejit… I mean Sergeant Sid?’

Sid’s greedy eyes settled on the packet. He could have sworn that Maggie woman just called him an eejit but he’d let that go. Those biscuits looked big, round and very, very chocolatey and he was really was very, very peckish.


The kittens looked over at Sergeant Sid. If only they could talk – they’d have a lot of kitten stories to tell.

beautiful kittens on a red blanket- illustrating kitten stories from Ireland’s Ballyyahoo‘Right, I’ll take them so.’

Maggie handed him the biscuits.

‘Now remember Maggie, no more nose pollution.’

Maggie tapped her nose and put on a sorry face.

‘I won’t forget, Sid, don’t worry a bit.’

As she saw Sid to the door she had to try hard not to laugh.

Those biscuits were past their sell-by date when she bought them and that was at least six months ago.

Maggie-Many-Cats was wising up to Sergeant Sid at last.

She’d worked too hard and lost too many home-baked cakes to let it happen again.

So she’d started hoarding up old half price biscuits from Kelly’s shop so she could pay Sid’s fines and still enjoy her treats.

Sergeant Sid made his way back to the station stuffing the biscuits into his mouth as he went.

He was in such a hurry to scoff them he didn’t have time to notice they were stale.

Meanwhile, Maggie strolled over to her cupboard and took down her lovely big chocolate cream and fresh raspberry cake.

Then she made herself a lovely hot cup of tea.

This being a special day she had made two cakes – one for her and one for the cats.

She sat down and enjoyed a great big slice of cake while warming her toes by the fire.

As she ate her cake she looked over at the happily sleeping cats.

The cats had had their cream and now Maggie was about to have hers.



Greystones Kitty Hostel is based in County Wicklow in Ireland. It is a charity which helps to relieve the distress suffered by abandoned and feral cats by providing a T.N.R, (Trap. Neuter. Return) rescue service.



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