Yashi and Kirby Twin Kittens

Yashi rolled her eye at her sister’s playful antics. Kirby did not take life seriously at all, carefree, with no worries. What was that? Someone in the yard? Yashi’s radar went out. She began to bark in earnest, eager to save the family. Kirby rolled over and played with her stuffed fish. Was that a chewy stick? She ran, slid and pounced. Come play! She barked to Yashi. Yashi did not even hear her; she was scaring a burglar. Would he be coming in the window or the doggie door? Yashi barked loudly, hoping to rouse the family next door. That old lady was a spy if she ever saw one. She would have the F.B.I. here in minutes if she heard. Calm down! Kirby said to her sister. Take a look at this duck! The mallard was cuddly and soft, with a silly looking rolling eye. Where is the other eye? Yashi asked, repulsed. He was obsessive compulsive. He liked all of is things in order, and strangers eliminated from the yard.