Awaiting His Turn

This morning like most every other morning, I was greeted at the barn door by four hungry, sleepy little souls. As I opened the door, sunlight flooded the opening much to every one's delight, including mine.

Once the bowls hit the floor, my next chore took me to the back of the barn where the litter box sat begging my attention. Not my favorite chore, but certainly a necessary one, I quickly whisked the box outside to the nearest waste can.

Within a few minutes, the box was once again ready for use, and not a moment too soon it appeared. Our littlest kitten, Ernie, promptly hopped into the box, went through the preliminary motions, assumed the position, then dug and pawed as if....

Not believing that a 6-week old barn kitten would know what the box was for, but rather, assuming he was mimicking behavior he had seen Puff demonstrate, I leaned in for a closer look. To my complete astonishment, there lie buried beneath an adequate amount of litter was the most precious little turd I'd ever seen.

To my greater amazement, was the fact that while Ernie made use of the box, his older brother, Chip, sat quietly alongside awaiting his turn.