Small, Furry and Full of Shenanigans

By Mary Kugler, Erma.
“Knock, knock, anyone home?” “Come on in, Patty, be right there.” “No problem, I’ll just pick up the ornaments off the floor.” “What ornaments?” said Jan in a surprised tone. “The ornaments all over the floor. What happened, did you drop the box or something?” A look of total shock comes across Jan’s face as she walked through the door.
“Annabelle, Baxter, where are you? You little monsters. In trouble again, huh?” giggles Patty. “I’ve never seen two kittens get into so much trouble,” as she shakes her head in disbelief.
“Here, sit down, have some coffee, then I’ll help you put the stuff back on the tree. “Wish you were here earlier, as Jan sits down,” Bonnie and Clyde,” stole the ribbon out of the box, and raced thru the kitchen with it. I had had to unwrap it from the table and chair legs, don’t know how they did it, but it was wrapped around the faucet. Wish I had a picture of that, no one will believe it.”
Patty couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not funny, they drive me crazy sometimes.” Said Jan as they sipped on their coffee. “You ought to be here in the mornings, for the daily stampede.” “Yeah, that sounds like lots of fun”, say Pat.
“Fun isn’t what I would call it,” says Jan, as she describes the morning routine. “They race into the bedroom at 5 a.m.” “5 a.m.?” “Yeah, 5 a.m.” Climb up on the bed, and walk all over you. If you don’t get up, they pull your hair, and smack you in the face, with their paw. Then run down the stairs, after you yell at them, and wake everyone else up. They sound like a herd of elephants.”
Patty is still laughing, and asks, “If they make you so crazy, why do you keep them?” With half a smile, Jan says, “Well, they had no home, and they are so cute and very sweet.” “Yeah, when they’re sleeping. “giggles Pat. “I’m almost afraid to ask, does anyone else get “The Treatment?” “No,” says Jan with a sigh. “I’m the “Chosen One,” just once in awhile; I wish they would choose someone else.”
As the ladies try to figure out where things went, a loud crash comes from the kitchen. “Now what!?” says Jan, with a look of disgust on her face. Almost afraid to find out what happened, they go to the doorway, to find the two little “Hooligans” sitting on the floor, in the middle of what used to be the Santa Claus cookie jar. Chunks of freshly baked cookies scattered everywhere.
Their eyes wide open with that “It wasn’t us, it was the dog,” look on their faces. That may have worked, if they had a dog. Jan rolled her eyes and sighed. Patty patted her on the back in sympathy and said, “You get the broom, I’ll get the dustpan.”