A/N : I was skimming the Romance section but I found a lack of variety in what I saw. So this may be a little… out there.

Magdalene was sitting in her favorite spot, on the window seat. She stretched, yawed, and laid back down. Lazy Sundays were what she lived for. Everyone in the house was sleeping. Well, almost everyone. Her sister was pacing around the living room.

"Rae!" Her twin stopped short, "you're making me dizzy." Maggie moved over on the seat to make room for her sister. Rae hopped up next her, wrapping her extra fluffy tail around her sister's nose.

"I'm bored." Rae whined. Maggie sighed.

"The sun is bright, the seat is warm, and the children are sleeping. Enjoy it." Rae pouted and pawed a Maggie. She pulled on her ears and licked at her eyes.

"Play with me!" Maggie pushed Rae of the seat and returned to her nap. Rae rubbed her kitten nose and pranced off to find something more entertaining.

Unfortunately, Rae's fun involved jumping into the baby's crib. The whole house was woken up to an uproar. Magdalene glared. She would bite Rae's tail for this later.

Maggie made her way to the front door. Her padded feet were unharmed by the well-carpeted floor. The halls were beautifully painted and adorned with limited addition paintings. She walked past her sliver coated cat dish full of wet food with a side of catnip. She stood only a moment at the door before the doorman opened it for her. She meowed her thanks and jumped down the front steps.

The gate that surrounded her property kept away dogs. She was grateful; she didn't want to scuff her diamond collar running. She stopped by the coy pond to inspect it, just in case. She continued around the house until she reached the deck, and then jumped into a lawn chair to finish her nap. Just as she was falling back asleep something landed on her.

"Wakey wakey time!" Maggie growled. If she didn't know better, she would think Rae and herself were connected at the paw. "So…how's the nap coming?" Maggie glared.

"I don't know. I'd have to be napping." She lunged at Rae. She owed her a good bite, anyway. A scuffle ensued with tail biting and eye batting. Rae kitty attempted to make an escape but Maggie wouldn't let her. They were both taken by surprise when a wiffle bat smashed into them. The 4-year-old was out to play. And he played rough. They scampered off in different directions. But his legs were longer, and he had a weapon. They jumped on top of a table umbrella. He stood on a chair and continued to pound. From there they jumped onto the garage roof, finally out of reach.

Maggie began licking down her fur. She petted herself to make sure her brown and white Persian-like coat was straight and tidy. For some reason her fur always grew longer than Rae's, giving Rae the appearance of being smaller. The little twins coat was currently still sticking out at random. Rae made meager attempts at petting it down, for about five seconds, then frolicked around Maggie playfully instead. Maggie tried to do it herself. Rae's little dance made it difficult. Maggie gave up. If she wanted mats that was her problem. Rae stopped her hyper activity to lick the fur on the back of Maggie's head so it stuck straight up. She then giggled insanely at Maggie's new look. Ironically her own fur was still all over the place. Maggie jumped Rae, again, but this time she started licking Rae's matted coat. Rae batted frantically to no avail. When Maggie was done the twins sat glaring at each other. The staring contest had only just begun when they both saw something in the corner of the yard.

"Bird!" They ran as fast as their little kitten bodies could. When they could get along for enough time the twins were a force to be reckoned with. They came at the bird from different angles. The calculations in their head matched exactly, no need for words. If all had gone according to plan the bird would have been the duo's plaything. But there was another variable the twins hadn't seen.

The twins ended up colliding. Not with each other, though. A scruffy yellow cat, or it appeared to be yellow through all the grim covering its fur, sat moping over the lost bird while the sisters rubbed their heads.

"This is private property!" Maggie yelled at him. The cat looked around.

"Nice place you got here." Maggie growled. Rae hid behind her. Her tail was the safest place to be at in these situations.

"OUT!" The boy cat looked hurt.

"You scare away my dinner and then force me to leave? How hospitable…"

"Ewwww…." This time Rae was disapproving of the new comer. "Birds are sick… and feathery."

"Well, I'm sorry Miss. Fancy Pants but a cat's got to eat." Rae looked at herself

"But I'm not wearing pants…" Magdalene shook her head in disbelief. The whole scenario was really starting to bother her.

"Listen, street cat-" She began until interrupted.

"Ron"

"What?"

"My name is Ron."

"Umm... ok… Ron, this is still private property. And you're still uninvited." Ron turned around to leave. He sighed and slowly walked back toward the gate.

"Maggie, you made him sad." Rae ran off after Ron. "I got some kitty food you can have. You don't even have to wear pants!"

"Rae, if you feed him he'll never go away." Rae's ears drooped. Her little lip quivered.

"Is that a bad thing?" Maggie tried to keep her stance, but Rae looked very upset. Maggie sighed and gave in.

"Run up to the house and bring something back."

"Okie dokie!" She frolicked back to house. And so two opposites were left sitting next each other. The silky coat of luxury facing the matted, dirty one of the streets.