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The Trouble With A Kitten Is That
Eventually it becomes a cat. -Ogden Nash
I think Ogden Nash may actually have gotten this backward.
I have a wonderful, snuggly, purring, soft, calm cat. I also have a crazy kitten from Hell. She and her type must be where the name Hell Cat originates.
Quila, my love cat, sleeps with me all night, cuddled next to me or between my legs (yes, I know that’s one reason I’m single). She gently wakes me at a decent hour, by purring next to my ear.
Trixie Minx, the kitten, sleeps wherever the hell she wants, including under my covers. She slips and scrambles under the blanket and sheet, and proceeds to give me a few little bites on my ass or leg to let me know she’s there, in case I hadn’t noticed.
In the very early morning, or sometimes the middle of the night, she decides it’s time for either Quila and I, or both, to play. She skitters out from under the covers and pounces on Quila. Quila resists as long as possible, then they begin an all-out wrestling match on top of the bed. Sometimes on top of me.
If I ignore the chaos until they take their play fighting elsewhere, I can usually get back to sleep. Until Trixie Minx decides to do her Tigger impression.
