A/N: I didn't really have any ideas for this chapter, but then I looked at my puppy calendar and you could've seen a light bulb going over my head :D. If some of the info isn't accurate then I apologize, but obviously I know that kittens aren't, you know, not scared of vampires and they can't hurt them, but I'm making things up, remember? oRiGiNaL. R&R! Also, since a lot of the people are Edward fans then I'll have some of his POV as well ;D. Plus no kittens had been harmed in the making of this xD.

DISCLAIMER (I remembered!): If I was Stephenie Meyer, there would be Bella in this.

Emmett's POV:

I stood in front of Alice, Jasper, and of course, my wife Rosalie. We were trying to get a good idea for revenge after Edward had nearly ripped apart the entire household after finding out that we had given him some ketchup. He was absolutely furious. Not like I cared. That's what made it fun. And it's not like he was being too discreet about the stack of ketchup he has in his room now.

I sharply tapped the board and they all sat up straight. I swear, if they could've yawned, they would've. That's the problem with explaining all the details of how I came up with a revenge plan. People just don't want to hear how when you where in the shower you came up with Plan B : Mission Bath.

"So," I continued, "that's when I came up with Plan K : Mission Kittens."

Alice squinted her eyes. "No kittens are going to get hurt, right?" she asked.

"Of course not. All the kittens that will be doing the dangerous work are going to be kittens that died and have been stuffed. So that they have their claws and everything. But right after they landed where I want them to, I'll replace them with real kitties that can claw at Edward's face (again, making things up :D). So. And since Edward is terrified of kittens, we're safe."

Rosalie smiled. "That sounds like a good plan. When do we do it?"

It was my turn to smile. "When are Bella, Esme, and Carlisle all gone? Tonight."

XoXo

Edward's POV:

I was lying calmly on my couch with a blanket pulled up to my chin. Since Bella was human, and I was intent on trying to make her stay as a human, I was pretending to be a human so that I could see what was so bad about it.

I closed my eyes and snuggled into the blue sheep blanket. It actually wasn't so bad. Why does Bella make it sound awful?

Wait. Hang on a moment. Why was something crawling up my leg?

Okay… that actually hurts. Ow, ow, ow. The claws – no. No. Claws. Furry. Please don't let it be a…

I flipped back the blankets and shrieked in surprise. Two sinister eyes where glaring back at me. The little black kitten evilly creeped its way up while I shrieked like a little girl. After I finally managed to get the guts to grab the kitten and drop it off my bed.

I just sat in supreme shock for sometime before I noticed something flying at me.

Is it superman? Is it a mutated mosquito? No, it was a tabby kitten, and it hit me flat in the face.

It was then that I really started shrieking and I stood up and shook the kitten off and ran into the bathroom, where I sat on the toilet, feverishly running my fingers over the scratch marks I had developed (still making things up ;D).

Please. Help.

Emmett's POV:

I listened joyfully to the shrieks of my victim, and watched him run into the bathroom, where I was lucky enough to hear that he didn't lock the door, just closed it. Man, he was in for a surprise.

I took out the black walkie-talkie and whispered, "Herd the kittens to the bathroom, the door is not locked. Over and out.".

Edward's POV:

I pondered over what Bella would think when she heard about this. She'd probably laugh before hugging me and saying, "My poor little vampire.". Whatever Bella said wouldn't make me be any less ashamed of myself. Scared of kittens! I should go outside and challenge them!

But I'll stay inside, just in case that one flying kitten is out there.

I was about to gather up enough courage to strut boldly out before the door slight opened and kittens flooded in.

I couldn't count how many spilled into the room, but all I knew is that I backed up until I was completely surrounded.

Oooh crud.

The kittens where all around me, cackling their evil little soft mews. One pawed my trousers and that was the end – they were all over me. I was still puzzling over who had done this when I caught sight of one of the kitten's collars.

And it's name was Salty Crackers.

"EMMETT! I'LL GET YOU IF IT'S THE LAST THING I-"