The Bengals have been at it again. Translation provided for those who don’t speak meow.
Hiyu: This way! This way! It’s about time you got off that computer. Kitchen is this way. Follow me.
Me: Where are your brothers?
Hiyu: Who cares. The kitchen is this way. I get a snack, right? Kitchen, snack?
Me: Yes, it’s snack time, but we have to find everyone.
Hiyu: They’re in my place. They don’t deserve snacks.
I look around the kitchen. I spot the twins looking down at me from the top of the kitchen cupboards. They look smug. It took them a while to master Hiyu’s technique, but now they’re pretty good at it.
Me: Hey, guys.
Hiyu: Ignore them. Since you made my place cat-friendly it’s not really a challenge anymore. Even those two can get up there.
Me: They were already getting up there. I just made it safer for everyone.
Hiyu: We’re in the kitchen. I want my snack.
I pull the box out of the cupboard. The twins are uncharacteristically quiet, but they watch my every move. Hiyu jumps up on the stool. Anticipation is in the air.
The twins leap as one in perfect synchronicity. Their front paws bounce off the top edge of the refrigerator as if they were in a tightly choreographed ballet, then they lightly bounce of the counter and onto the floor.
Kuri: Yeah, I want snacks.
Loki: I want them more.
Hiyu: I got them first. Did you see what they did?
Me: Yes, I saw. Normally they aren’t that graceful.
Hiyu: Look at the refrigerator.
Kuri: Hmm. Did I do that? Look! This is interesting.
Loki: More snacks please?
Kuri: What’s this new space to explore?
Me: I don’t believe it. No, you can’t go back there.
Somehow the Bengal twins managed to move the refrigerator out by six inches. Kuri pouts as I push it back. Loki keeps looking for more snacks.
Hiyu sports a mischievous grin and flicks his tail for emphasis.
I dare you to do it again.