Little did we know when we brought the kittens home that the furry little things were mob kitties. Oh sure, they seem cute and cuddly enough, playing with strings that have bells attatched and singing for their supper. It all began when I got suspicious. The catnip was disappearing but I never saw them use the stuff. Were they pushing the stuff to other kittens in an underground ring? Then the wrestling began. It was like they were training for something....something big. I had to know, so one night, I followed 'em. Sure enough after tracking them down the old abandoned garbage chute, they gave a secret meow at a little kitten sized door. When the grey tabby on the other side opened up, I tried to get a peek but they're good. Another door was on the other side and by the time they slammed the first one in my face it was too late.
Now I spend my nights wondering. Sometimes I track them back to that same door but it's always the same. I wonder, what will they do when they're not kitten size? Is there a cat sized door somewhere? Are they in charge? Should I keep my mouth shut and join the kitten mafia as a human look out?

No, seriously.
Okay, not really.



no....seriously