Thanks for the replies, I'm starting to get an idea of how kittens break you in. Here's the latest:
Day 2, the Kitten Chronicles
2:00 AM
So very tired, but can't get to sleep. I got home alte last night- after 2 am, and went to bed before 3, but that little bastard was stalking me. I sat down to check ym email, and sure enough I hear a "jingle jingle jingle." The terror began to rise in the pits of my stomach. "he's coming," I told myself. Slowly, the creature slinked out from under my bed, where he had been hiding in warmth, and dust, for me to appear so he could begin his reign of terror anew. I sat in anticipation as the creature emerged, slowly, his sleek ferosity carried so naturally as he made his way to me. If it hadn't been for the tag I had managed to put on him, I wouldn't even know he was there. It's patented jingle bell technology setting off distinct air vibrations to alert me to his direction.
Before I knew it he was standing befoer me, making his way over, all 9 inches and 13 ounces of him. With great care, i managed to circumvent him as he tried to cut me off from my one route of escape: the bed. Once tucked inside the covers I thought to myself, "It'sd alright now, I';m safe." I sat in shear horror as I listened to the malicious jingle on the floor beside me as he made short work of post it notes and computerattachments that had been unfortunate enough to cross his path. After a short time had passed I realized he had had enough of those tidbits, and was on to the real prey: me. Through his manipualtion of my mind he forced me to pick him up and set him besideme on the bed. At first all was well, my arms displayed upwards toward the ehad of the bed he had found a nice nook in my armpit and was making this ungodly noise, almost like a diesel engine. Then, suddenly, with no warning I felt a sharp pain, like several pins jabbing into my armpit and then pulling. The terror had truly begun now, and it would continue throughout the night.
6:00 AM
I managed to get an hour of sleep in between attacks, hoping he was through with me for the night, but with no luck. I'm woken by the feeling of a sharp blow against my eye. The meager light shining in the windowfrom the cloud engrossed sky allow me to determine that he's no long on the bed; he's made his way to the top of my headboard and found the small serenity water fountain there and the co9ntinuing sharp blows are rocks he's picked upand dropped onto me. Oh the horror! It's time to fight back. Within minutes I will begin my painstaking safari to locate the little bastard on top of my headboard and trap him in a sturdy containment vessel for transport and holding until I can better handle this situation.
CK
P.S. i like Latinas...
....And apparently Asian ladies as well...