The Wacovia IGA on Main Street had, since it opened its doors in 1984, had been one of the main places Wacovians bought groceries and such—fiercely competing with the old Greg's Grocery branch that had been there since the 60s.
Elder McCullough and his collogue, Elder Jennenbrocker, pulled up in their LaSabre to get some soy milk (Elder Jennenbrocker was lactose intolerant).
"Another day, and still no converts," complained Elder McCullough, who'd been assigned with Jennenbrocker to a mission in Wacovia to convert the people to Mormonism, but after being there nearly a year, they still hadn't convinced anyone. A town full of conservative Traditionalists, mostly Anglicans, like Wacovia was simply not a good place to be if you were hoping to bring people into Joseph Smith's church.
The pair walked into the store, and went to the coolers were the milk was normally kept, only to find the shelf empty. So they walked over to an employee to ask for help.
"Excuse me, sir," said Elder McCullough, "do you know if the store has any more soy milk? My friend here is lactose intolerant, and we both would like a cold drink after a day of mission work."
"Missionaries, eh?" said the employee, who's name tag read Stu, "Well, I can check the back room. We usually keep an extra store there since the deliveries often have more than our shelves can fit. Lemme check…"
Stu walked through a door labeled 'EMPLOYEES ONLY', that led into the back room. The room was a typical grocery store's back room; unpainted grey concrete walls, shelves with extra products or supplies, the usual. However, Stu noticed that a PVC shelf containing extra paper towels had been knocked over, and there were muddy paw prints leading from an open window into the room.
Just then, the head of a girl about 15 or so, with curly, blond hair poked through the window, evidently trying to climb through.
"Christinee-weeny, I'm almost through…" she called to her unseen accomplice.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Stu asked, since they were climbing through a 6-foot high window that was 1-foot tall by 2-feet wide, into a room reserved for employees.
The girl, not even noticing Stu, finally squeezed through the window, and toppled to the ground.
"Christinee-weeny! I'm in!" she called to her friend.
"Don't worry," replied 'Christinee-weeny', "I'll make it in…UGH!" and a pair of hands were now grasping the window's bottom edge, and a skinny, black-haired girl climbed through the window, landing on top of her blond friend.
"What are you two doing back here?" Stu demanded of the girls, who screamed when they saw him.
"We're trying to find our teacher's cat who ran leapt out a window!" replied the brunette first.
"What?" Stu asked, confused.
Then they heard the distinct mewing sound that tiny kittens make.
"What the…?" they all three exclaimed some variant of.
"It's coming from over there," said Vivian, pointing at a corner where a pile of used pallets sat. Stu moved the pallets out of the way just enough to reveal a big fat, orange-and-white spotted tabby nursing four kittens.
"Kittens?" Stu exclaimed.
"AAAWWWW!" Christine and Vivian squealed together.
"So that's why she seemed so eager to get out!" said Christine.
"This would also explain the animal damage we've had lately," said Stu.
"She had a litter of kittens…" said Christine. "I don't think Miss Clyborne even knew about this. What are we gonna do?"
"Firstly," said Stu, "let's get them out of here."