The Kitty's Guilty

Geez...this was my buddy, Ralph's idea.  He said, "You can

do it kid.  Your butt is smaller."  (Ralph turns around,

trying to see himself and show me just how big)

I lost a claw prying that screen off.  It hurts, this is my

first time, I'm not so sure I'm cut out for this burglary

gig.

OOOOF!! Okay, the head is in...squirming a little more,

hoping no one hears me.  WHOOAA!!  My front feet start to

slip as the aroma of fresh fish momentarily takes control,

Ralph better be right.  It's in here, or for his sake, it

had better be.

I landed rather clumsily with a padded "thlumpff".  I had

never been so thankful for carpet before.  Pausing for a

moment to catch my breath and rather enjoying the softness

down here on the floor.

Which way to the kitchen?  Right about now desperately

wishing that I was a dog---I'd had some catnip earlier and

couldn't smell a thing.

About two seconds into my trying to sniff like a canine; it

wafted into the room, that sweet, fishy aroma, tickled my

nose much like a bee would sting.

Then, I saw it, there on the table, bigger than I'd ever

dared to imagine---was a glorious platter of salmon, woozy

from the very scent of it---what was that noise?  Someone

had turned the lights on and they were coming this way.  My

tiny body trembled, surely I'd be found guilty right there

and then.

But, when I saw her, she was rather small, aww heck; it was

a child, a sweet little girl.

She reached down, scooping me into her arms, she petted me

gently; then, to my surprise, offered me some of the

evidence; a generous piece of fish and a saucer of milk. 

What's this? Something shiny, ringy, tingy---around my neck

she placed a collar.  The name read "Tiger."  "Sorry Ralph,

I've found a home.  You will have to continue alone.  I

rather like it here in this girl's world."

Poor Ralph was rather upset and let out an embarrassing

half meow, half howl.

The girl went to the window and invited him in.  To my

amazement, she gave him the exact same gifts, he received a

new name, too.  His collar read "Booger" for that he was;

only now his life of crime had ended, no longer would we

have to creep through the dark, lonely nights, hunting,

stalking, on the prowl...