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Playing Nice. Not.

Marcy is peacefully napping in her sunspot.

Penelope Kitten barges in to Marcy’s sunspot, plops herself down, and starts to noisily take a bath.

penelope kitten:  cindy’s not sunny today.

Marcy:  I know. She’s got a cold. Only humans catch colds in 100 degree weather. That’s why she hasn’t been blogging. So I’m in charge. Now get out of my sunspot.

Penelope Kitten rolls over to bathe her stomach, pushing Marcy even further out of the sunspot.

penelope kitten:  she says for you to be nice to me today ’cause she needs a nap.

Marcy:  No. She wants you to stop bothering me so she can get some rest.

penelope kitten:  you have to be nice.

Marcy:  You have to not be a pest.

penelope kitten:  no you

Penelope reaches out her paw and whaps Marcy on the head. Hard.

Marcy:  Ow! No. You.

Marcy whaps Penelope Kitten on the head.

penelope kitten (whap):  you

Marcy (whap):  You.

Cynthia rushes in to stop the whapfest.

Cynthia:  STOP IT!  Aaaaaargghhhhh… You two are driving me crazy. How hard is it to be nice to each other?!

penelope kitten:  sorry

Marcy:  Yeah. Sorry.

penelope kitten:  marcy started it.

Marcy:  Gasp! I did not.

Cynthia:  Marcy! I expected more from you.

Cynthia exits, shaking her head.

Penelope Kitten whaps Marcy on the head. Hard.

penelope kitten:  no you

Penelope Kitten runs away.

Marcy (seething and rubbing her head):  Little sisters should be outlawed. (By the way, Cindy should be back tomorrow.)



Feline, mostly me, by penelope

mostly me, by penelope (#blackcatsrule)

Marcy is taking a bath while Penelope Kitten leaps up and down like a jumping bean.

penelope kitten (jumping):  #blackcatsrule

Marcy rolls her eyes and continues with her bath.

penelope kitten (jumping):  #blackcatsrule (jumping)  #blackcatsrule

Marcy:  Says who?

penelope kitten (jumping):  #twitter

Marcy:  Twitter is for the birds.

penelope kitten (jumping):  #blackcatsrule

Marcy:  Stop talking in hashtags already. And stop jumping. I’m getting nauseated.

penelope kitten (jumping):  #cantstopwontstop

Marcy:  Well, Black cats don’t rule. I do. And you shouldn’t be on Cindy’s computer. She doesn’t like kitty cooties on the keyboard.

penelopekitten (jumping):  #bossy. #imtellingmom

Marcy:  She’s not your mom.

penelope kitten (jumping):  #yessheis

Marcy:  No she’s not. She’s a human and you’re a cat.

Penelope Kitten stops jumping and gapes at Marcy.

penelope kitten:  no santa claus. no easter bunny. and now cindy’s not my mom?!

Penelope Kitten goes back to being a jumping bean.

penelope kitten (jumping):  #yeahright

Marcy:  Hey! I never told you there wasn’t a Santa Claus. I told you there wasn’t a Tooth Fairy.

penelope kitten (aghast):  no tooth fairy?



Marcy:  Oh. Oops. I guess I got confused.

Penelope Kitten runs off yelling for Cynthia.

penelope kitten:  mom! mom! mom! marcy’s being mean. she says there’s no tooth fairy!

Marcy:  #MarcyRules



Feline, mostly me, by penelope

mostly me, by penelope (kitten rumble)


Penelope Kitten is practicing some boxing moves in Marcy’s sunspot.

penelope kitten:  i’m gonna get ’em. oh yeah. gonna get ’em gonna get ’em gonna get ’em.

Marcy:  Get who?

penelope kitten:  those big mean birds outside.

Marcy (bored): What did they say now?

penelope kitten:  they called me a fraidy cat. said i had a little brain.

Marcy:  So?

penelope kitten:  they should be nice. i’m practicing my moves. gonna teach ’em a lesson. pow pow pow

Marcy:  Those big mean birds are crows. They want to lure you out of the house so they can eat you.

penelope kitten:  can’t eat me.

Marcy:  Oh yeah? Why do you think they’re called a murder instead of a flock?

penelope kitten:  not worried. i’m tuff.

Penelope Kitten practices her right hook.

penelope kitten:  pow pow pow

Just then a murder of big mean crows swoop across the window, momentarily blocking out the sunlight.

Penelope Kitten panics and rushes to hide under the bed. Marcy luxuriously stretches out in the sunspot.

Marcy:  Well, there they are over on that tree, Penelope. They said they’re waiting for you. Aren’t you going to beat them up?

penelope kitten (from under the bed):  maybe tomorrow.