I was sitting in my room in my big, comfy chair, working on this week's Six Sentence Story (a tale about Joseph and Mary being told the only place to stay was the stable, and let me tell you, Mary was NOT happy), when there was a tremendous crash from downstairs.
"Those kittens are HORRIBLE," my husband said from across the room as I got up to see what they possibly could have done to make that big of a noise; Nora Pearl, formerly Dammit Nora until the addition of two VERY BAD kittens to our family, making anything she did in the past look amateurish, followed me downstairs.
Finn and Lewis were innocently lying on the floor just inside the living room; I didn't buy their act for a second as I walked into the room and found what appeared to be a magic trick gone horribly wrong. Where there was once an antique walnut table draped with a lace table cloth and with three framed photographs on it, along with an Easter snowglobe and a stone rabbit, there was now a completely bare table. The table cloth was on the arm of the couch next to it, the snowglobe was on its side on the floor, the globe broken and glycerin water, glitter, and glass shards strewn about the wood floor, and the photographs were on the floor, one of them with shattered glass; the stone rabbit sat on the floor, unscathed, and said nothing.
"DAMMIT, YOU TWO!" I yelled as I began the clean up process, wiping up the water, picking up shards of glass, vacuuming the glitter, checking the photos for damage, repeatedly removing all three cats from the scene of the crime, Finn and Lewis looking SHOCKED and AMAZED at the devastation; but innocent though they tried to be, the rabbit and I exchanged glances and Nora looked smug: we all knew the truth, and that was that these kittens are not only lousy magicians, they are the NAUGHTIEST CATS I'VE EVER OWNED IN MY LIIIIIIIFE!!!
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| Bare naked table. Not supposed to be that way. |
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| Dead snowglobe. Can you SEE all the glitter on the floor? |
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| Under the table. At least the floor lamp remained upright. |
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| THAT'S MY PICTURRRRRRE! THE ONE WHO FEEDS THEM, THE ONE WHO SCOOPS THEIR LITTER BOX, THE ONE WHO SEES TO THEIR EVERY NEEEEED! |
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| Finn surveying the damage, like he's NEVER SEEN IT BEFORE. That piece of lace is the tablecloth. Yes, that's exactly where I found it. I wasn't wrong about the magic trick.... |
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| Lewis pretending to be worried. |
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| Table put back, EMPTY this time, while Nora and Lewis inspect my clean-up job. |
Linking up with Denise at Girlie On The Edge's Blog for Six Sentence Stories with the prompt "stable"
