Kitten woke up with a sniff. Today was her birthday! She was going to have a lot of fun today. First, she would dress up in a moustache and a set of camo fatigues. Then, she would run downstairs to see if the servant's quarters was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited two of her closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend five hours playing fun games like duck duck goose and tag. Her mom was planning to make plenty of wienerschnitzel and banana split for everyone. Kitten would try to blow out all twenty-five candles on the jade and orange cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Kitten would be opening her gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a lemon! She hoped it would be an imported lemon. Her friend Clive had said he would give her a salt shaker, and her cousin always gave her cool stuff like the bilge pump she gave her last year. Kitten could hardly wait!
She glanced out the window and was surprised to see that a typhoon was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. She looked in her closet for her moustache. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from her day at the mountain. She would have to wear a sombrero instead. She didn't really care, as long as she could still wear her set of camo fatigues.
She strolled downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like eucalyptus. Her mom was standing there with a whisk in her hand. "Happy Birthday Honey!" she said with a beam.
"Hi Mommy!" Kitten replied ignobly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the wienerschnitzel," she replied. "I decided to make it with extra nutmeg. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Kitten replied pitifully. "Do we have the banana split ready?"
"I'm going to wait until ten o'clock to start that," her mother replied timidly. "It only has to toast for forty-seven minutes."
"Okay," Kitten replied solemnly. "I'm gonna go to the servant's quarters."
"First, young lady, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some lobster in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the servant's quarters first?" she begged.
"It looks just like it always does," her mother replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," Kitten responded, as she sat down to her lobster. "Let's hang lots of polka dotted balloons and cover the nightstand and the mattress with periwinkle crepe paper."
"That's fine," said her mother crossly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite singer, Millie Perry. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has an oven mitt."
"Woops," Kitten responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Mother with a titter. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."