Sugar is the best cat ever.  Having said that, I just LOVE T.K. (Tiny Kitten).  She is naughty, she is wild and she may lack the ability to behave.  This morning, starting at around 5, she turned monkey, and repeatedly shinnied up the small tree next to our bed.  The poor, near dead tree sagged under her weight until she would (thud) fall to the ground.  I would hiss, and up she would go again.  Then Sugar would knock her off (thud), and I hiss, back up she goes. (I don't know why I was hissing, I thought it would make her stop).  I put her in the bathroom, she cried.  And cried, and cried.  So Phil released her.  Rawr. 

And when I started writing this I was real inspired because she was lying next to me on the couch reveling in the love I was sending her impossibly adorable way, and it was rattling around like a little motor in her chest.  She is so cute when she sleeps, she can't hold her head up, and so her little nose rests on the ground.  I just LOVE her.  She runs around the house, spooks at a piece of dirt on the carpet, and still falls over when she walks because her little butt loses balance. The funniest part, is that now, she is back awake, clawing and biting the crap out of me.  She will go to give a big back claw attack and literally shoot herself off the couch.  Back up, bite, claw, shoot off couch. I don't want to be in love with her.  I don't.  Rawr.