Two Kittens'
Two kittens need their box cleaned, need food for their trays.
When awoke, this is how we start our day.
As kittens they are naturally curious.
So looking at the living room when first awakened, I get furious.
Only for a split second, because playing is their way.
"Curiousity killed the cat." At night they are busy at play.
Torn up tissues, pill bottles, empty water bottles on the floor to be rolled.
Talking to them I'd say, " You two need to be scoled."
Loving them is the thing to do, you realize they so much depend on you.
So in a second after the falsh of being angry you realize you love these two.
Then they tire of me and look to the bedroom.
They know mom will awake soon.
Playing constantly running around the house is what they normally do.
Except when I move to make coffee and get my day started at my feet I'd find these two.
Just like children they have to be taught the rules.
Stay of counters, tables, computers stay out of the TV wires, really not cool.
They run around this way, that way, watch them go.
No to this, no to that' all day long spent in teaching them NO'
It's a loving battle watching them wrestling with each other.
They'll be raised right, after all the Lord put them in our lives, a loving pair a sister and brother.
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