"Ba-ad kitty," growled Lilly. And she yanked on the rope and UP! the cat went!
"It's a ba-ad kitty," growled Lilly again, Alayna tugging the other end.
They're in the backseat of our truck in carseats. They lean into us, raise their heads, and emphasize the growl. You'd think they were contained, but they're not.
Even with car seat straps on their shoulders they've managed to put a rope around a Ty Baby and hoist it to the headliner via a hangers hook.
Lilly's the executioner and Alayna's the strength and support pulling her end.
Alayna rears up in her seat with O lips, "Ya-ah, ha, ha, ha, hah!"
"Where'd you get the rope?" I, their GrammyPam asked.
"Down there," simultaneously they pointed at the floorboards.
"Kitty, Leopard, Cheetah, what is it really?" I asked.
"Leopard," replied Lilly.
"What can it do to get out of being tied up? Can it be a good kitty?" I questioned.
"I like that," Grandpa John said in an aside.
"What did it do that it was bad?" I'm asking questions still.
"It growled," John answered for them, laughing out loud. "Kitties growl and it growled at them," he added.
And all the while Alayna was giving extra tugs and the kitty's tail is swinging in the rear window. It's neck is yanked!
"I'm rescuing it, going to pet it, and let it take a rest on GrammyPam's shoulder." Now, I have the kitty and I'm soothing it with pats on its back.
"Nooooooo...." again two girls in unison, both raising voices in "Noooooooo......."
"What are you saying?" I heard mutterings and whisperings from Alayna.
"Nothing," says Alayna.
"Are you still whispering, cause I hear "Lilly, get it. Lilly, get it, Get it, Lilly, get it." I countered.
"Noooo, unt, uh, she's saying "Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty."" says Lilly.
John laughs.
"I have the rope, I get to keep the kitty."
They growl in unison, "NOooooo, noooooo."
"She's a good kitty now. So I can take the rope off her neck?"
"Yah," says Alayna.
"No," says Lilly.
"Meow!" says I.
"She's a good kitty now. You can give her back. Yay!" Lilly and Alayna agreed.
And, YANK! up goes the kitty!
"Mercy! How long does she have to stay up there?" I'm playing along. You have to ask the questions to get the answers, you know.
Alayna gives the rope an extra tug and Kitty's just a'swinging when Lilly sternly answers.
"Until. he. learns. his. LES-SON!"
Consider ... you're a child. You have a stuffed kitty in your arms. There's a rope at your feet. Your friend is always a good tag-along. Hum...what shall we do?
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YANK!!!
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