To discover this, we must start at the beginning.
The two came to us together as sweet little kittens, arriving in the spring. We were happy to welcome them into our lives, and soon into our home, but it was not yet time. With two months to go before the wedding, the kittens took up residence with my soon-to-be-in-laws. Here, they learned the ways of the world. Here is where it all began...Here is where they were first dubbed "The Crispies."
Although I do not know the original meaning, the term "crispy" has now come to imply a certain attitude and the undeniably bad behavior that only Bella and Brisa can perfect. With every action, they out-do themselves, as if to win a never ending competition of naughtiness.
Now, in the beginning, it seems they were not naughty at all. When it was finally time to take them home with us, almost three months after our first meeting, we were in high spirits. The girls were still as cute and lovable as ever, and had been pretty well behaved over the past couple months. We even received reports of the two being "the best kittens" they had ever had! So we packed them both into a very small Barbie cat carrier (which neither of them will fit into now) and headed home.
Fast forward 2 months. Everything is broken. The picture frames no longer have glass in them because they have all been swatted onto the floor. My favorite candy dish is super-glued together because it was shattered in a disastrous attempt to steal the table cloth while chair hopping. There is wax and oil on the living room rug because the scented oil burner "fell" to the floor during a playful game of tag. It is not safe to leave a glass of water (or anything, for that matter) unattended because it will inevitably end up all over the floor. My curtains are snagged, my lamps are crooked, my rugs are frayed, and the china cabinet is NOT safe. Yet, somehow, I still go butter at the sight of them and manage to convince my dear new husband that this is just a phase and they really can't do much more harm. I was wrong.