showed up at our house about two weeks ago.
We’re not sure where she came from… we just went by the Humane Society one day, and next thing we knew, there she was, hanging out in our living room. Four months old, three and not-quite-a-half pounds of pure fuzzy wickedness.
Her absolute most favorite trick is wrapping herself around people’s legs when they’re going up or down the steep steep attic stairs and causing them to fall headlong. (Jim has quite the nasty gash on his knee from falling downstairs into the bathroom door a couple of days ago.)
Her second most favorite trick is chewing on cables–the nice thin spaghetti-ish one between my laptop and my speakers is her cable of choice. Closely akin to this little stunt is her "Kitten on the Keys" routine, involving finding miraculous keyboard shortcuts that do things like open up sixteen browser windows or delete your registry with the press of two tiny feet.
Her third most favorite trick is jumping onto people’s calves as they walk by and hanging on for dear life with all four horrible little paws. And all fourteen hundred horrible little teeth.
And her fourth most favorite trick, alas, is finding cunning hiding places in which to go poo-poo on the nice freshly recarpeted upstairs floor. (She has a litterbox of her own, which Princess Ella Bella von Smella will not so much as approach. And she uses it betimes. So it’s not like she’s unclear on the concept.)
She sleeps curled up on the boys’ bed and spends the day trotting around after them trying to participate in their schemes.
Her name is "Mean" Jean Grey Thunderbird Newman. But mostly we just call her, of course, "Kitty."
(Pics to follow, someday maybe, if I ever find the stupid USB card reader.)