Baby Kitties

Mommy says
We are going to my neighbor’s house
To see new baby kitties.
The wheels on my trike
Make funny noises against
My neighbor’s rocky driveway.
Then I go in with my mommy
And there’s a paper box
With funny noises coming from it.
They sound squeaky
Like my bath toys.
I walk over to see inside
And there is pink and white and grey
Roly poly things all next to
The most cutest kitty ever
And I say, “What are these?”
And stick my finger out at them.
“Those are the baby kitties,”
Says Mommy.
I feel a tickle in my insides
And laugh.
“Those aren’t kitties,”
I says,
“No fur!”
“They are too little to have much fur,”
Says Mommy.
I poke one and it is soft
Like our new baby brother
And the mommy cat is mad so I
Poke a different one
And the mommy cat is mad
So I almost poke her
But my mommy says to stop
And I am good
So I stop.
When we leave
I ask Mommy when the babies
Will turn into kitties.
Mommy says in
Some days
and maybe
I will have one of them.