It was not long after this that the rain began. It beat into the tree. "Oh, dear!" said Jazbury. "I'm getting so wet."
"Listen, Jazbury," whispered Fluffy. "Yowler has the only dry place here. Do you remember that sort of little cave I found today under that big rock? It isn't far away, and I'm sure we could keep dry there. It isn't very big. Not big enough for all of us to sleep in, but there would be plenty of room for you and me."
"All right," said Jazbury. "One thing's sure, we'll soon be dripping wet if we stay here."
The two little friends crept out of the hollow without wakening Yowler, and ran quickly over to the cave Fluffy had spoken of. It was indeed a cosy little cave and perfectly dry, really much better than the hollow of the tree. The two little kittens crept in and huddled down together.
Outside the rain beat. The leaves hung down from the trees, drenched and heavy with water; the ground was sodden, but the two little kittens cared nothing for all this.
All night they slept there as dry and comfortable as though they had been in their cellar at home instead of out in the wild wood with only a rock cave to shelter them.
The next morning Fluffy and Jazbury were awakened by a loud "Miaw-aw-aw! Miaw-aw-aw!" It was Yowler calling them.
"That's Yowler," said Fluffy. "He must have awakened."
Jazbury rose and stretched himself and stepped outside the cave. It had stopped raining; the sun was shining down through the leaves, but the woods were still wet.
"Here we are, Yowler," he called.