Simplicity

As I walk down the hall, I call out to them. Call the not so tiny anymore kitties.
"Hi, girls! Where are you?"
I glance to left. Brad's room. Brad's bed.
"Hi, Skyler. How are you?"
She stretches a paw out. In front of her.
She yawns. Wide.
She puts her chin back down on the mattress. Closes her eyes.
I call to Skyler's sister.
"Cassandra? Little girl? Where are you?"
I continue down the hall. To my room. Rudy's room, too.
I put my bag down on the bed. Change into sweats. Pull on a sweatshirt.
I walk back down the hall. To the living room.
Cassandra blends in with the couch. She's the same dark brown color.
I sit next to her.
She's splayed out. On her back. Relaxed.
"Hi girl," I say quietly. Scratch her belly.
She acknowledges me with a purr.

Skyler slowly meanders down the hall.
Jumps onto the couch.
Drops herself down. Next to her not identical twin.
Cassandra shifts her body into a sitting position.
The girls lace paws. One paw over the other.

Eyes close.
Sleep resumes.

Simple. The life of a kitty.