A Kitten Called Kitten

Just a short story I randomly wanted to do. Enjoy and critique if you would like!

Once upon a time, there existed a tiny calico kitten named Minou. This kitten was no ordinary kitten, and of course, she was more curious than any kitten her owner had ever encountered.
   Now, Minou adored her delightful owner, but at times her Sir enjoyed playing games and keeping harmless secrets just to mess with the poor kitten's mind.  As a result of these mind games, Minou always seemed to be getting into trouble and mischief, no matter what the situation was.
   One day, while Minou was minding her own business, batting about a brightly colored ball of yarn, Sir strode into the room with a locked chest. To Minou, this chest seemed to become the most interesting storage box in the world as soon as she spotted the lock clasped on the front of the chest.
   So, with an intrigued mewl, Minou  trotted towards the chest, neglecting her favorite ball of yarn for the much more interesting new toy.
   "Why hello, mon Minou." Minou's Sir slid his hand down her back and scratched behind Minou's ears. Purring and nuzzling her Sir's hand, the delicate kitten turned and pawed the curious new item, eyeing it carefully. "No, no, Cherie. This is Sir's new toy. I don't want you messing with this chest, do you understand?" Suddenly Sir's voice became serious and authoritative, only causing Minou's curiosity to rise.
   With a mew and a lick of Sir's hand, Minou was focused back on receiving her wonderful pets from her owner.
   So, for the next couple of days, all Minou could do was think about that chest, sneakily play around it, and even sometimes paw at the lock(with a result of a reprimanding from her Sir). Eventually, the box began to loom over Minou's head too intensely for her to ignore, and the miniature cat just had to see what her owner was keeping from her.
   With a petulant cry, Minou hopped from her lazed position in the sun and snuck towards the chest, on the prowl. The precious antique patterns of the wood mocked Minou with their beauty, and the daunting feeling of what her Sir could do if she disobeyed rested upon her rebellious heart.
  Glancing at the front door  hesitantly, Minou gave into her evil desires and began to gnaw on the corner of the box, picking at the dark wood. After a few moments of relentless chewing, the kitten huffed and scurried off to the laundry room where her Sir's tools were located. Pouncing from floor to chair, chair to stool, and stool to the top of the washing machine, Minou at last reached the top shelf of the laundry room and used her two paws to hook onto the edge of the tool box, dragging it down. CRASH! CLING! CLANK! The heavy tool box clattered to the floor, all of the metal tools scattering across the tile floor loudly.
  Satisfied, Minou harrumphed back down to the floor the same way she got up and searched the ground for the exact tool she needed.  Once she found her Sir's hammer, Minou wrapped her lips around it and cringed as she had to bite down on the metal to carry the hammer out.
  At last, Minou plopped down in front of the chest and grasped the hammer with her two paws awkwardly. It took quite a few tries, but, finally, Minou was able to bang hard enough on the lock to crack the metal bar out of the metal box.
   With all of the noise the kitten was making, Minou was unable to hear as the front door opened and shut, or the footsteps of her impending doom.
   Excitedly Minou lifted up the lid to the damaged crate, only to deflate slowly as she spotted just what exactly her owner had been hiding from her all along. In the bottom of the crate say a single stick, wooden, thin and thick enough at the same time to be the perfect stick to use as what Minou feared the most. A switch.
  The voice of her owner rang in her ear, causing her heart to begin to race. "Well, well, well. Mon petit Minou, it took you long enough."