The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that made every little creak of the floorboards seem louder than it should be. The sunlight streamed through the windows, casting warm patches of light across the furniture. In the middle of the living room, Si and Am, the mischievous Siamese cats, perched gracefully on the arm of the sofa, their tails flicking in perfect synchronization. Si let out a low, musical hum. “Do you see what I see, dear sister?” she purred, her sharp eyes scanning the room. “Oh, yes,” Am replied, her voice dripping with mischief. “So many things to play with. Such a dull place… it could use our touch.” The two cats slinked down from the sofa, their movements elegant and deliberate. Si approached a vase on a side table, pawing at it gently, while Am padded toward the curtains, her claws testing the fabric with a soft scratch. They exchanged a glance, their identical grins widening. “I think this room needs… rearranging,” Si declared, her voice silky and smug. “Indeed,” Am agreed, her tail curling as she nudged a small decorative bowl closer to the edge of the table. Their mischief was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. The cats froze, ears twitching as they turned toward the doorway. With perfect synchronicity, they leapt back onto the sofa, sitting primly as if they had done nothing at all. Their eyes gleamed with amusement as they waited for the unsuspecting human to enter the room, their next plan already forming. “Shall we play innocent for now?” Si whispered. “For now,” Am replied, her voice as smooth as silk.