I'm keeping this sonuvabitch kitten even though he leaped from the Castro onto the back of my recliner the other day just to claw the back of my old head with a mighty swipe before leaping away to run off and hide.

He hogs the old flannel shirt I laid down for all to share:



For nap time he sprawls out like he owns the goddamn old Castro convertible sofa:



I'll give him one thing though. When Trouble the kitten is sleepy and you rub his belly he'll lick your hand, mew with happiness, and crash into unconsciousness as one happy cat.