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I got a kitten. I'm not sure what to name her yet. She's starting to fight with her big brother, but he's at least 10 times her size and he plays too rough for her. She hasn't learned to leave him alone, though. Just like he stalks her and pounces, she chases him around and attacks his tail. She forgets that she's so small. She'll be eight weeks old on sunday, but she must feel huge. Oh, and she has no tail. As soon as Kirk brings his digital camera over, I'll take pictures and put them on here. There is nothing in the world cuter than a kitten playing with some string or a ball.