A few weeks ago, we found a kitten outside in a windowwell. Feeling sorry for it, we took it in. Good timing too, as that night was a major cold snap that would have killed him. I named him Victoria because we thought he was a girl. Then named him Arthur (although a friend of mine now has me calling him Alfred absentmindedly). But everyone else calls him the name stepdad gave him (Kusha) and he doesn't like me calling him Arthur. Which, I named him first, and stepdad didn't even want us getting a new pet so. Yeah. Anyway. For the first few days, he did almost nothing but sleep. We were worried. Oh, little did we know...
That kitten is the wildest thing ever. He knows of nothing but mischief.
He's so far:
Ruined the puzzle we were working on (ran around on the table and scattered it everywhere)
Terrorized the two older cats (keeps attacking them)
Sneakcuddled the two older cats (waits til they're sleeping to sneak in the cuddling)
Used his claws to climb on people. His very, very sharp claws
Constantly breaks into the cat food
Random destruction
Plays with literally anything he can find
Scratched up everyone, me and my mom on the face (owwww)
Been generally really annoying
He's cute though, and in the rare moments when he isn't running around, is a good cuddle. Really cute. Growing super fast. Annoying as hell, but worth it <3
Arthur sneak-cuddling Pumpkin and Liz