Latrana returned home with her haul in a little red wagon, the way she always did. She knew her Red was lucky. Today it contained two and a half gallons of stolen milk- grocery shopping made fun!

Five minutes in to the apartment, Latrana realized that the cartons were full of teal ink rather than milk.

“What are we going to do with these?” Latrana said throwing her hands up into the air.

“Dun’ drink ’em.” Erin moaned clutching her belly. Teal ink ringed the edges of the seven year old’s mouth.

Latrana was horrified. “How did you already- you know what? Nevermind. I don’t want to know and I guess you’ve learned your lesson.”

Erin groaned in agreement.

A fat orange cat lumbered his way over to Erin and rammed his head into her knee.

“Go ’way, Marvin!” Erin said trying to push him away.

He didn’t budge.

Jealous that Marvin was getting attention, Marty and Rita, both sleek black cats, tenatively padded their way closer, ready to bolt at the first sign of treachery.

“No,” Erin whined, “make em stop!”