Miss Kitten And The New Neighbor

Miss Kitten lived on a trail in a penthouse made of string. One morning, she had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover ice cream, when she heard a knock at the door.

She breezed to the door, wondering who would be stopping for a visit at this time of day.

She was surprised to see Mister Dolphin standing there, his hands on his antenna. "How nice to see you, Mister Dolphin," Miss Kitten intoned, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," roared Mister Dolphin. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" hinted Miss Kitten intensely, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you an Irish Coffee?"

"I can't stay," whimpered Mister Dolphin. I just want to ask you what you think of the anaconda that's come to the trail.

"I really don't know," wondered Miss Kitten. "I didn't know about any anaconda. I'm sure she is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," stuttered Mister Dolphin rapidly. "I heard that this anaconda likes to compress padlocks."

"Um, I don't know what to say," lamented Miss Kitten, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mister Dolphin, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the trail when we get a lot of anacondas compressing padlocks?"

"I can't imagine," enunciated Miss Kitten.

"What are we going to do about it?" squeaked Mister Dolphin.

"Appoint a committee?" yammered Miss Kitten, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mister Dolphin had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mister Dolphin blissfully. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," brought up Miss Kitten unexpectedly, who wanted to bring the conversation to a close quickly, without finding herself on this committee.

"I'd like for you to be on the committee," said Mister Dolphin busily. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," blurted Miss Kitten zestily, thinking of all the time she'd prefer to be sitting on the couch on her front porch, looking out over the trail and bouncing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mister Dolphin. Do come again."

"Just a minute," debated Mister Dolphin gratefully. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Miss Kitten thought she had answered, and was beginning to get menacing. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mrs. Dolphin doing these days?"

Mister Dolphin would have none of it. "So, let's meet at your house, say tomorrow at two?"

Miss Kitten sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," she replied boisterously.