Clarabel wanted to be good. She tried to be good. She waited as long as she possibly could before chasing her brother. And even that was only because she had to.
Clarabel gave her word last time to never be naughty again. She resolved, with deep green sorrowful eyes, to make her brother good too. But now dear Clarence was climbing curtains, she had to break her word, one way or the other.
“Clarabel cat, come down,” said Mom. “Bad kittens. Both of you.”
Both promises broken, Clarabel cried sad tears from deep green eyes, and tried harder next time.