Kittens In the Barn

Kittens In The Barn He stops and removes his boots before opening the door. He enters the kitchen and smells the familiar aroma of morning coffee. "Breakfast's ready, have a seat. How're the kittens" his wife asks. "Damn cat" he says. "Should have run her off when she showed up last year". "Don't know why she stays where she ain't wanted". "Nothing but a nuisance is all she is". "Now got all those little ones running around". "I hate cats". She gives him his plate and pours him a cup of coffee. He hungrily digs in, sopping up his eggs with a warm biscuit. He tips his cup and pours some coffee in his saucer, blowing on it to cool it off. "Damn cat" he mumbles. When finished, he carries his dishes to the sink, rinsing them and setting them aside. When her back is turned he quickly grabs the saucer and stuffs it in the pocket of his bibs. "I'm going to milk the cows he says". "Take care" she calls, pretending not to notice. In another moment he is gone. He grabs his stool and bucket and sets to milking, the warm liquid quickly consuming the container. He rises and walks into a distant stall. Bending down, he pulls out the purloined saucer and fills it from the bucket in his hand. He places it beside the squirming litter and watches as they stagger to its brim. "Damn cat" he mutters. "Don't know why she stays where she ain't wanted".