Winsted-Lester Prairie Journal, Nov. 1, 1999

Find trouble before she finds you


When I was small, I had a little kitten with two black feet. I called her Mittens.

Mittens was a very playful kitten and sometimes, her playfulness got her into trouble.

Mittens liked to sleep at the foot of my bed. When she was the first one to wake up, she would come over to me and lick my face.

I decided to buy Mittens a ball to play with while I was in school. Mittens thought playing with a ball was lots of fun.

One day, when I came home from school, my mother met me at the door.

"You have a job to do," she told me. "The kitten found my ball of yarn and played with it. Now, she is all tangled up in my yarn."

I called Mittens to come to me, but she was so tangled up that she could not walk. I had to cut the yarn to set her free.

Mother was very upset.

"That was all the yarn I had of that color," she said. "Now I have to go to the store and buy some more. You had better keep that kitten in your room so that she stays out of trouble."

So I put Mittens in my room. But a short time later, I heard a crash.

I ran into my room and there was Mittens, playing with the dirt from a flower pot. The flowers were laying all over the floor. Mother was right behind me.

"That kitten is always into trouble," Mother said. "Put her outside where she belongs."

I made a box for the kitten to sleep in outside and left her there to take a nap. Mother went to town to get her yarn.

When she got to the store, Mother found that they were all out of the color she needed so they had to order some more. Now, my mother was really angry.

Dad came into the house and said, "Mittens is in trouble again. You had better go and rescue her."

I ran out the door and called her name. I could hear Mittens crying, but I didn't see her until I looked up in a big tree. There was Mittens, sitting on a branch crying. She could not figure out how to get down out of the tree.

So my dad got a ladder and carried her to safety.

"She won't do that again," my dad said. The tiny kitten was shaking in fright after her experience up high in the big tree.

The kitten eventually grew up to be a big cat. When she was 10 years old, she didn't get into trouble anymore. I guess she did more than her share when she was little.

Mother said, "No more kittens." She thinks a grown up cat is much easier to have for a pet.

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