We gets in trouble! Short story.

Twitch and Mr. Kitten Get in Trouble

by the Anchorite and Chris Hugh

Anton Fitzgibbon, Chaircat of teh Internetz, finally cleared his inbox as he had wanted to do for weeks. He decided to check on the news in the human world before going back to his ample workload. He opened his browser and found a blog written by Mr. Kitten and Twitch. Upon closer reading, Anton confirmed his suspicions when he checked the timestamps on their entries to confirm that the two cats wrote their blog posts during work hours.

Anton took a paw to his temple thinking about how those two had by far the worst productivity numbers on the team and goofed off far more than they worked. He knew that they were smart cats with potential. He realized that as a lesser manager would have fired them a long time ago, yet they had atrocious work habits and lacked in professionalism. Anton read accounts of their fancy litterboxes and steak meals and contrasted their stations with his own impoverished youth spent drinking water out of an ashtray and using newspaper like a dog for his bodily functions because he did not have a proper litterbox. Anton worked hard for everything he achieved and had the theory that perhaps these two cats were too sheltered and spoiled for far too long. He tuned out most of their antics, but blogging while on the job was one step too far.

Anton opened the door out of his office and peered into the hallway. He emitted a resonant bellow,

"Twitch! Kitten! Get in here!"

Kitten sat in the outer office, watching impassively as Anton repeated himself for the next hour. Twitch lay beside him, carefully grooming every square centimeter of his glossy coat. Finally, Twitch stood up. He walked a pace toward Anton, then stopped, stretching out his hind left leg. Another pace, and he stretched his right leg. Then he sauntered into Anton's office and onto his desk. After a moment, Kitten burst into motion, his fluffy fur bouncing as he trotted after Twitch.

"Look, you two," Anton said. "I've finally cleared out my inbox and I have something to talk to you about."

Kitten sat on the floor and yawned. Anton focused his annoyance on him. "You, Kitten, have had an easy life. I know you've been blogging on the job. What kind of example does that set?"

Anton hopped down from his desk, being careful not to muss his carefully-pressed, off-the-rack suit. Kitten glanced at it with contempt and Anton strode up to him, nose to nose with the long-haired black cat. "Would you care to shed some light on what you were thinking?"

"Shed, did you say?" Kitten asked blandly. "I'll be glad to." Kitten stood up and brushed past Anton, pressing his flank against him and covering his suit with fur.

Kitten twitched his tail, then turned back to Anton. "Did you say you had just clearned your inbox?" he asked.

Anton sputtered, speechless.

Kitten glanced at Anton's desk just as an unpleasant odor filled the room. "I think Twitch filled it again."

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