Luckily, the upstairs is mostly a dog-free zone.
But it's not a Dewey Kitty-free zone.
It took some time to adjust to an 8-week-old terrorist kitten. At times, he wanted to snuggle with me.
I learned to like that.
Because he was a kitten, and not good about washing his face and behind his ears, I took over those duties. Sometimes, he repaid me with grooming.
But mostly, when not napping, he wanted to eat my food, chase my tail, pounce on me, and wrestle.
I had to teach him how to play nice. After all, I didn't have claws, but he did.
Over time, I grew to like the ever-growing guy. He taught me to lighten up, to not be so serious, and to have a little fun.
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