this kitten

I can’t believe I’m actually posting pictures of this ridiculous kitten. but hey we’re all human…haha! She looks so cute and harmless doesn’t she…an adorable kitten that anyone would love. amiright?!?!? Oh look at those perfect little ears and don’t even mention the eyes. awwwe!Joseph found her on a road near our house, earlier this month…no kidding! wet and half frozen, she actually didn’t look alive at all. She wasn’t very old…like maybe three weeks and that would be an over estimated guess. After they warmed her up and gave her milk, she began to run around, that very night. So she was named Capitola…(main character out of one of my favorite childhood books, ever!) and she hasn’t ceased to be trouble since she entered our home. When I was younger, kittens never behaved like this one does.I’ve always liked cats, but Capitola is one I absolutely can’t stand…and I’m the only one who doesn’t like her out of my “massive” family. Of course I feed her if no one else is home, calling her names the whole time…haha. Everyone else like seriously LOVES her, I can’t believe it! And no I’m not kidding this cat is insane! she bites you and runs away…never stops messing in everything. Constantly running after your feet…so she accidently gets stepped on and kicked etc. a lot. never learns. She runs from chair to chair around the table, and over you if you happen to be sitting there. Climbs up your leg…and don’t even try to sit on the couch. Eating at OUR kitchen table without experiencing her annoying toe biting under it, is a thing of the past. She doesn’t EVER stop running and picking on everyone and everything – until – suddenly she’s instantly tired and goes to sleep, in some random place. She fell from top of the stairs the other morning…and no she didn’t die or get hurt, kitten’s this awful never do.  I caught her enjoying MY breakfast, when I left it sit unattended for a moment ON the kitchen table this morning. (and she might or might not have had her first lesson in flying after pulling this one) Oh and just last Sunday night she carried two of my sisters socks (one after the other) down the stairs and put them in the “dirty” laundry basket…aka her bed.

The End.