That night Ron fell asleep on top of the world. He was proud of himself for successfully using the toilet, like a human. First thing the next morning he ran to his master and announced his deed. He was rewarded with the all too good head pats, extra bacon for breakfast, and praise from both his master and his brother. While contently consuming his winner’s breakfast, Ron thought of other ways he could climb the evolutionary chain, to become more human.
	He stood upright on two legs and purred as master gave a few more scritches before heading off to work. Soon after he left, Ron made a beeline upstairs to master’s room. It was neat and clean; bed made up, furniture dusted, and on top of the drawer various colognes and lotions were organized. 
	He pulled open one of the drawers and smiled. It was full of folded pants. The other drawers were stuffed with shirts, socks, and underwear. Clothing was the most separating factor between mankind and beasts. 
He giddly took one from each, and after a minute or two of figuring out how to put each on, he happily shuffled to the mirror. His sparkling blue eyes dulled in disappointment, the clothes were much too big for his small kitty frame. Master’s shirt extended down to his knees, the sleeves hung for miles off his arms, while his pants piled around his ankles. 
	He stared back at his very unhuman-like reflection with a frown. He scanned the room for a solution when his eyes fell on the closet. He remembered the day master was cleaning out the closet and invited the two curious kitties in to show them the old childhood pajamas that he kept for memories sake. Clothes meant for a small human should fit just right.
	In a flashback to last night’s bathroom adventure, it took much squeezing and straining to twist the closet door knob. Upon finally opening it, he dived through the dense jungle of fabric and found the familiar cardboard box.
	He brought it into the light to examine it’s contents. Inside were the pajamas, a sky blue onesie with a cat eared hoodie. Master was a cat lover since birth it seems. There were also other articles of clothing meant for small children, none of which fit Ron, except for a stretchy pair of yellow briefs with the face of a smiling bear on the back. He couldn’t resist the bright colors, and slipped them on one unsure leg at a time. It was a little tight, hugging every curve, and firmly implanting itself between his butt. It made a visible bulge in the front, and in the back, compressed fluff (or perhaps extra snacking) made his rump look rather large. 
	Next, he unzipped the onesie, and after a few trips and spills, he eventually managed to wrap himself head to toe. He looked at himself in the mirror, this time smiling so brightly his nose scrunched. His paws more resembled hands in the onesie’s gloves, and the textured fingertips meant twisting knobs with ease. He turned to get a look from behind, and was surprised to see a bright yellow tush and grey tail sticking out of the open back flap. With a bit of pink on his face, he snapped it closed. Now he was unabashedly human.
Downstairs, his twin Don was on the couch drifting off to sleep in front of an ignored TV. The sounds of excited steps coming down the stairs caused him to stirr. 
	“Donnie!” Ron shouted as he jumped into view.
	Don didn’t even flinch, only groaned with annoyance at his nap being disturbed. “Wha...what is that?” He asked through a yawn.
	“Humans call it clothes.”
 His brother’s weird remarks didn’t answer much. The blue fabric looked a tad familiar, but the ears on that hoodie was an instant reminder. “Are you wearing master’s things?!” 
	“Yeah! Do you like it?”
	Don ignored his question. “Take it off! If you mess it up he’ll get mad!” 
	“Then I won’t mess it up!”
	“Ronnie-”
	“It’s only this one time! I just want to know what it’s like to be a human, with clothes, and-look! I can open doors now!” He wiggled his gloved fingers with a geeky smile. “And...don’t you think it looks nice on me?” He asked more sweetly this time.
	“Y-yeah….” Don replied, flustered. He thought Ron looked adorable, although not much like the human he claimed to be. 
	“I promise, I’ll be really careful.”
	Don sighed.“It’s fine, I won’t be the one getting in trouble anyway.”
Ron rolled his eyes and started prodding his brother off the couch. “Come on Donnie, stand up….” 
	“What are you doing?” Don found himself upright on two feet. 
	“We’re gonna do something I’ve always wanted to do.” Ron said pulling him to the kitchen. Don watched curiously as his brother pulled milk, soda, and ice cream out of the refrigerator. “I once saw this thing on TV called a ‘root beer float’ and it looked so good.” He darted around the kitchen at dizzying speeds. He added random spices, judging by smell whether they were worthy of a human’s drink. “But cats can’t make that, not when they’re stuck to the floor on 4 legs, but today I’m a human!” Don silently doubted that this “human” could make it either. And the end result, two tall glasses of a milky-brown something with a floating ice cream scoop, reinforced that idea. 
	Ron took a generous first swig, leaving a streak of ice-cream smeared on his nose. His eyes brightened. “Try it Donnie!”
	Don took a sip of his glass and cringed. It was a mixture of artificial sweetness and unfitting savoury flavors. “Ugh! You actually like this?”
	“Yeah, I think it’s pretty good.” He had finished the concoction like it was nothing. 
“You can have mine…” Don watched horrified as Ron eagerly started on the next glass.
“It’s a shame,” He started between gulps. “I guess little kitties just can’t appreciate human tastes.”
	Don didn’t like that snide remark on his 4-legged lifestyle. “Or maybe humans just have bad taste!” 
	“Hmmm, you might be right. That’s why you always see kitties win those cooking shows.” He gave a smug smile as he sipped more of his creation.
	Don huffed, how could his brother be so condescending about his own species?! “I bet this cat could beat you in one! Anything would taste better than that!”
	“Oh really? Why don’t you prove it then kitty.” Don shoved an empty glass at him.
	Don gripped the glass, prepared to blow Ron away, and immediately realized two things: one, he barely knew what a “float” was nevermind how to make it, and two, there was no more milk left to even make any. His saving grace. “Hey! You drank all the milk!”
	“Huh?” Ron looked dumbfounded as he finished the last of his 2nd glass. “Oh…I did.”He licked the smears of ice cream off his muzzle with a satisfied smile.
	“Ugh!You’re so greedy Ronnie…” He feigned annoyance.
“Wait!” Ron gasped. “I know what we can do! We could do the most human thing ever: go to the supermarket, and get more milk!”
	“The supermarket?” Don vaguely remembered seeing the market on one car ride with master. It was nearby, but he felt intimidated by the idea of going out by themselves. 
	“Yeah, it’ll be fun! We almost never leave the house anymore. We’ll get to talk to humans like regular people, explore the neighborhood, and maybe even get some more snacks.”
	“Hmmm…” He did have a craving for some more of that delicious salted herring. “But what if something happens to us, or we get lost?”
	“You’ll be fine, I’ll be right there with you, and we humans have great memories. We can’t get lost.”
	“Ok…” Don replied, unsure of Ron’s unsubstantiated claim. “But can we just go straight there? Maybe go exploring after getting the milk?”
	Ron groaned at this kitten’s skittishness. “Fine, but I know you’ll love it when we get outside.” He looked his brother up and down. “…You’re gonna need something to wear.”
	“Why?”
	“We humans wear clothes because we don’t like looking at each other’s butts, and your giant one might scare the others away.” Ron smiled innocently.
	Don blushed. “It’s not big!”
	“Don’t worry, we’ll find something.” Upstairs, the rest of master’s childhood clothes were too small for Don, but they found a black hoodie that should do. It was oversized, going halfway down Don’s legs, but it covered his fluffy bits. 
	They took one final look in the bedroom mirror, Ron bright blue and giddy, while Don looked gloomy and embarrassed. “We look ridiculous…”
	“We look cute!” Ron assured while wrapping an arm around him. “I’m gonna go pee real quick. Meet you downstairs!” He had a nagging feeling in his bladder, and although it was tolerable he thought it would be smart to use the bathroom like a responsible human before embarking on a journey. 
	Once again, Ron found himself standing in front of the toilet. He was proud to be using it once again, this time with enough experience that the task seemed simple. All he needed to do was unzip the onesie and…Huh. He tugged harder and harder, up and down, yet the zipper refused to budge.
	He felt his heart thump as panic set in. Maybe he could sit and go through the back flap? He opened the flap and pulled the undies down a little, but it was much too tight a space to pull them completely out of the way and maneuver his penis between his thighs. Uh-Oh. What if it never comes off? He wasn’t bursting now, but he couldn’t hold it forever. And even if he managed to hold it, would master get mad seeing him stuck in his prized clothes?
	Ron took a few breaths. It was still morning, and he had all day before master came back. Maybe, after having some fun outside, he and Don could put their heads together and figure out how to get this thing off. That idea calmed him. With a feeling of hope, he headed back down.
“I’m ready Don-” Ron giggled at the sight that met him. Don’s tail had lifted the hoodie above his grey backside. He snuck behind him, jabbed two digits into his plush rear and pinched. Don yelped, and spun around. They both had pink on their cheeks, yet contrasting expressions. “You gotta watch your tail Donnie!” Don pulled down the hoodie in a huff, making a mental note to get him back for that.
	Ron excitedly bound out the door, taking deep breaths of fresh air. “Come on Donnie!” Don took small steps out the door and shot a few nervous glances before running to catch up to his twin. The half hour walk to the store was pleasant. They were slightly unnerved by the occasional car speeding by, but the serenity of birds chirping, trees rustling in the breeze, and the warm sunshine was heaven. Sometimes they’d get stopped by a human mowing their lawn, or a family headed to school and unknowingly enchant them with their kitten charms. They weren’t sure why so many humans wanted to pet them or take pictures with them, but the attention was nice. 
By the time they reached the supermarket, Ron’s float was beginning to catch up with him. He hadn’t used the litterbox nor the toilet since he first woke up, and all those liquids from breakfast on top of his tall glasses were getting heavier in his bladder. He tried to ignore it as he and Don took turns pushing each other around the parking lot in shopping carts. They were having fun fooling around, until the loud blare of an incoming car horn reminded them what they were here for. 
	Their maws dropped upon stepping in the supermarket for their first time. Endless isles upon isles of food. They turned their stoked faces towards each other, they were about to have some fun.
	The twins couldn’t read human words (regardless of how hard Ron tried), but they recognized the colorful brands of junk food their master brought home, and the shapes of few other treats like those delicious jars of salted herring. 
	Ron wasn’t sure how long they were there. They probably would’ve stayed all day if he could stand still, but the pressure was getting hard to bare. With a shopping cart overflowing with snacks plus the nearly forgotten milk jug, it was easy to persuade his brother that it was time to leave.
	They headed towards the exit, innocently bypassing checkout lines, when several voices shouted “Stop!” The pair froze as they found themselves surrounded by store security. Ron felt the liquids inside of him jolt with his nerves and sent both paws to his crotch.
	“You two think you can take the whole store without paying?!” A security guard grilled. 
	The kittens simultaneously questioned “Pay?”
That day they learned human food is indeed not free, and the value of everything was determined by green pieces of paper. Luckily for them, supermarket management had mercy for two shivering wide-eyed kittens in their pajamas, and let them take the jug of milk, and those jars of herring (no one ever buys them anyway) for no cost.
*	*	*
	It seemed that on the way home attitudes had reversed. Don had adjusted to the wonders of their suburban neighborhood and never wanted to leave, while Ron kept fidgeting and asking to walk faster. 
	“Hey look!” Don paused to beam at a nearby playground. “What is that?” He had never seen one before, and all those colorful structures were pulling him in.
	“Donnie, wait!” A bladder spasm froze Ron in place. “Can we just head back already?” He folded his paws over his crotch to look casual while discreetly adding more pressure.
	“You wanted to come out here in the first place, why are you in such a rush to go back?”
	“Because I…I kinda have to pee.” Ron admitted, shifting his eyes away.
	Don took note of his brother’s fidgets and tightly pressed thighs. “Only kinda?”
	“Ok I really have to go.” A shade of red formed on his cheeks.
	“Didn’t you go before we left?”
“I changed my mind.” He answered quickly, too afraid to admit the truth.
“Just pee in the grass or something, like you do in the backyard.”
“I can't do that! Humans never go out in the open.”
Don was growing frustrated with this human philosophy. “How long can you hold it?”
“I don’t know...” 
“...Maybe behind that tree?”
“Donnie!” Ron felt his bladder tighten with every wasted second. “Can we please just go home?”
Don stared at his brother for a moment, knock kneed and giving those sad kitty eyes. He couldn't help but feel sympathy. “Fine, let’s go.”
“Sorry Donnie…” Disappointing his brother felt worse than the growing urgency inside of him… almost. “But we can go back out afterwards.” He kept his fingers crossed. 
Don took a few steps before noticing his twin was still stationary. “Ronnie?”
“I can’t move...” He strained against the searing pain in lower body. “Give me a second.” He pressed in his still folded paws harder until the wave subsided.
For the rest of the way back, Ron took the lead with a pace that was hard for Don to keep up, especially while carrying the milk. His steps were shaky and his hips swayed to put more pressure on his bladder. He sped up with every additional spasm and the increasing numbness he felt from his nether regions. When he finally got to the front door he was eternally grateful for the grips on the onesie’s gloves, just a quick pause and the door knob twisted with ease. 
Don, half a block away and legs burning, saw his brother dart inside the house. When he too made it inside, he heard a rhythm of steps come from upstairs. Walking to the kitchen, the steps grew faster and closer culminating in a loud “Donnie!” 
Before he could turn around, Don was embraced by his teary eyed brother. “I’m so sorry!” Ron sobbed while squirming.
“Sorry?”
“I promised you I’d be careful with the suit, b-bu-but,” Ron released his twin, and tugged on the onesie’s zipper. “The zipper’s stuck!” He whined, bouncing in place
“It’s Ok,” After all, it wasn’t his prized possession. “I’ll help you get out of this thing.” Don said that not exactly sure what he could contribute. He tried to grab a hold of the zipper, but Ron moved too frantically. “Could you stand still for a few seconds?”
Ron inhaled and his crossed his legs. He gave a grunt of effort as he clenched every muscle he could. Don could see the pain in his brother’s scrunched face and acted fast. He tugged at the zipper, but was also met with resistance. He gave two harder tugs. No dice. He tugged even harder, shifting his brother slightly, eliciting whimpers from Ron. “Sorry Ronnie, hold on.” He placed a paw on Ron’s shoulder to brace him, and pulled on the zipper with all of his strength. 
“Stop! Stop!” Ron shrieked. The sudden outburst made Don leap back. “You’re gonna pop the zipper!”
With the zipper confirmed stuck, Don pondered if the back flap could be an emergency exit. He knelt down and unsnapped it, but to his surprise was met with a smiling bear. “Ronnie…what’s on your butt?”
“I put on some of master’s other clothes too.” He said, feeling even more embarrassed. He crossed his legs into a new position, feeling another wave of desperation wash over. “Hurry, hurry!”
Don blushed as he lowered the briefs, not even sure how this would work, but it was better than nothing. With his brother’s fluffy marshmallow butt exposed, he contemplated giving it a firm slap in revenge for Ron’s earlier pinch, but Ron’s cries reminded him of the situation at hand.
With the tight and constricted space the back flap allotted, Don had to reach inside and around his brother’s hips to completely take the briefs off. Ron flinched at the feeling of his warm paws sliding around his thighs. That flinch proved fatal, he felt a spurt of urine breech his penis tip. “Donnie, stop!” He gasped. 
“Huh?” Don tugged at the front of the underwear, but was hindered by Ron’s tight grip on his bulge. 
“Stop! Stop!”Another drop of urine escape and left a line of moisture down the briefs. He jerked forward to get away from Don’s paws.“I peed a little!” He sniffled. 
“Oh-sorry!” Don gently rubbed his wriggling brother’s shoulders. 
Ron twisted and squirmed to successfully stop the leak yet no movement was enough to relieve the pressure. Tears flowed liberally as panic ran through his mind. He just can’t let his master’s prized possessions be ruined, a human is more responsible than this! But even humans have limits, and Ron felt his was painfully near. He doubled over on crossed legs, to put as much pressure as possible on his loins to last just another minute.
Don was wracked guilt watching his twin whither to the floor. He may have started the first dam break. “Quick, think dry thoughts! Fish crackers, salt, sand, uh…” He gave supportive back rubs as he searched for more examples. “If you hold it long until master gets home, he might be able to get you out.” It was a false hope, their master wouldn’t be home for hours.
“I-I can’t hold it anymore...” Ron strained between breathy sobs.“It hurts.”
 He looked ready to fall apart right then and there. Don’s mind raced any possible solutions, but saw no happy ending. Thus, he decided the pajamas were no longer a priority, he just wanted his brother to feel better. “Ronnie,” he started gently, “Let me try the zipper again.”
“O-ok.” He sniffed. He waited for a bladder spasm to end, and tried to reduce his shaking as much as possible before he stood up again, legs crossed and paws squeezing his bulge through the suit. 
“Hold on Ronnie, you can do it.” Don once more placed a paw on Ron’s shoulder and pulled the zipper as hard as he could, this time intending to break it. 
With his teeth grit, the zipper popped off. Ron gasped, removing his paws from his crotch to cover his mouth. He looked down, eyes wide with horror. The onesie, zipperless, was open and limp. “Y-you….you broke- ah!” An uncomforting warmth rushed between his thighs. The briefs were instantly soaked in an urgent golden river. He gave grunts and whines as he tried to stop the flow, but it was too much pressure for his poor muscles. “It won’t stop!” He cried.
Don watched speechless as Ron attempted to jump out of the onsie. Thick damp lines spread from his crotch down to his knees before he finally kicked off the pajamas. He squeezed his penis tip shut through the briefs. The abrupt halt of his stream sent waves of pain through his bladder. He started a full sprint upstairs. His shaky legs caused trips and slips along the way, leaving a dripping trail all the way to the bathroom.
Hopping from foot to foot, he let one paw go from his crotch to lift the toilet seat, but as soon as he did, the floodgates opened once more. Pee flowed from the tip of his bulge through the underwear between his fingers. A whine escaped him, as he tried not to give into that heavenly release. Yet his body had given up on any attempts to hold it back. Ron quickly shimmied the underwear off, leaving it wrapped around one leg, and threw himself on the toilet seat, sitting on it backwards. 
A torrent of urine continued beneath him, piercing the water below. Ron leaned on the tank with his head in his paws, taking deep breaths to cope with the overflow of emotions and sensations. The gradual pressure relief in his crotch certainly felt physically better, but the soaking wet underwear around his ankle, and the now ruined pajamas suit downstairs were horrid reminders of the accident that just occurred.
As the last few drops drained out of him, he was met with a contrasting euphoric emptiness, and painful silence. He was afraid to confront his present, but it was inevitable. He slowly stood up from the toilet, his limbs feeling weak, and the fur between his thighs dripping. He looked down at the pool he stood in, and the underwear steeped in it. His vision quickly became clouded with hot tears, and he found himself failing to hold back sobs.
Suddenly Ron was enveloped in a warm softness. “D-Donnie?” His twin pulled him into a hug. “But I’m all wet…”
“It’s Ok.” He replied softly, and licked away Ron’s tears until the sniffles stopped.
“What do I do now?” Ron asked in a fragile voice.
“You should take a bath.” Don said with a gentle teasing tone. “Well…I guess we both should.”
Ron blushed, Don was standing in his accident. “But what about the pajamas?”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“And the…puddles.” His face turned even redder.
“I got it.” Don smiled warmly as he led his twin towards the bathtub. “Just take your bath, I’ll clean up everything.”
Ron sat in the tub waiting for the water to rise, watching Don soak up the urine pool with a towel. “Do you want help?” Ron asked quietly.
“Nope, I got it!” Don chirped. Once the floor was dry, he picked up the dripping briefs and disappeared into the hallway.
Ron leaned back into the soapy water feeling dreadful. He ruined his master’s irreplaceable keepsakes, and now his dear brother was the one cleaning up his own mess. This would’ve never happened if he didn’t try to adopt a human lifestyle. He was a cat, it just wasn’t natural to wear clothes, to prepare food, to go shopping, nor use the bathroom. His heart thumped as he thought of what may happen when master comes home.
After some time spent soaking, Ron rinsed off and perched on the bathtub edge. He then carefully lapped every inch of his body with his abrasive feline tongue. Perhaps one prop of being a cat was the therapeutic self-cleaning process. Combined with the nice warm soak, grooming helped cleared his mind. He decided that if he wants to be even half the human he idolized, a great start would to be open and honest with his master. 
“Are you finished yet?” Don’s soft voice broke the trance.
“Uh…y-yeah.” Ron faltered, getting caught with his tongue particularly close to his kittenhood.
Don rushed in holding a towel and wrapped it around Ron before he could deny it. “Thanks Donnie…” His cheeks were still pink, this time out of flattery and bashfulness. 
“Quick! I have to show you something!” Don roughly dragged the towel up and down his brother.
“Ow! Ok, Ok I’m dry!” Ron chuckled. He couldn’t remember the last time seeing Don this excited.
Don let the towel fall to the floor and led Ron by the paw to the laundry room two doors down. Inside was a pleasant fragrance of flowers and fresh linens.
	Don opened the washing machine, it was filled to the brim with foam. The kitten had dumped in an entire gallon of detergent. He fished through the bubbles, not minding the suds that spilled to the floor dusting their toes. With a big smile, he finally pulled out the damp onesie, zipper fixed and all. “Look familiar?”
	Ron gasped with his paws on his cheeks. “How did you fix it!?”
“It was easy. It wasn’t actually broken, the zipper just popped off the track, so I zipped it back on. And…” He handed Ron the pajamas, and briefly turned to pull the underwear out. “I gave them both a wash.”
“You know how to use that thing!? You’re more human than me!”
Don chuckled. He doubted that very much. “I lay on top of the machine every time master washes stuff, feels like a massage.”
Ron pulled him into a tight hug. “You’re the greatest, bestest, most amazing brother ever!” He exclaimed between nuzzles. 
“Aww, Ronnie it was nothing…”
“Nothing? You saved my life! And you even stepped in my pee!”
“Oh yeah…” Don looked down at his footpaws with unease. “But of course I’ll stick up for you! I don’t want to see my bro upset, and I thought it would be a good way to thank you for all the fun we had outside.”
“Thank me?”
	“Yeah. I still don’t think the ‘human’ life is right for us, but it was really fun to try it, and I would’ve been too scared to step outside if you weren’t with me.”
“I told you we’d be fine, scaredy cat!” Ron briefly chuckled, his smile appeared to fade halfway. “I...I’m still gonna tell him though.” 
“Huh?”
“I’m gonna tell master everything, and I’ll make sure he knows it wasn’t your fault.”
“What? Why?”
“It just feels...unfair that I went through his things without permission. And the humans on TV never run away from their mistakes. I know I’m just a cat, but I don’t run away from anything either.”
Don looked at this mature feline in front of him, wondering where his brother went. His sentiments did indeed match all of those brightly colored educational cartoons where the young protagonist never failed to bravely tell an adult of their folly.  For a simple kitten like Don, it was awe-inspiring. “Gee Ronnie, I think you really are a human!”
“Nah, I’m just dumb.” He stressed the last word, truly meaning it.
“You’re not dumb, you’re just fun!”
“No, you.” Ron glomped his brother with all the strength in his kitty arms.
“R-Ronnie! Stop!” Don wheezed.
“Only if you say how awesome you are!”
“Gaaaaah, Ok! I’m the greatest, bestest, most amazing bro to ever live! Now let go, you’re killing me!”
“No.” Ron snapped playfully, and licked his cheek. Although he did let go to turn Don around and lead him back to the hallway.
“Where are we going?”
“To the bathroom. You do need a bath right?”
Don, with a hint of concern, let Ron return his act of hospitality. He quickly found himself in his brother’s situation just a while ago, sitting in the tub waiting for the water to rise while Ron poured in soap. Don expected him to stop when the bubbles reached his chin, but his mischievous twin kept on going. “Ronnie!” He shouted, nearly drowning in suds. His cries were only met with giggling.
When the soap bottle was empty and the water stopped, Don could no longer see through the wall of bubbles. The sound of claws tapping the floor tiles however was a warning of what was to come. Just as expected, a war-crying blur of fluff dived through the froth. Don returned his own battle-meow, and soon enough they found themselves in a giggling, wrestling, soapy mess. 
“Time out! Time out!” Don pleaded, out of breath. Luckily for him, Ron was too busy laughing the wind out of himself to even try a counterattack. Even barely breathing, Don couldn’t help but admire his brother. That adorable, healthy, glowing laughter was the Ronnie he knew. It brought a smile, and a bit of a blush to his face. 
The bathroom was a mess of soap and water when they were done, but they were happy knowing that these clean innocent puddles were the only ones master might come home to.