And it's a bloody nightmare too!
The missus had promised to take a kitten from her friend when it had been weened from his mother; so last Friday, she picks him up. His name is Torsten, which is an old Swedish name (it's like using the name "Alfred" or "Bert" in English), but she insists on calling him "Kittypoo" while he's so small and cute.
Being a kitten, of course, he likes to play and he has absolutely no training (except for litter training, which is a relief). So, hopefully you'll empathise with me (even if you're a woman) when I share a couple of moments with you. Imagine me in the Land of Nod, dreaming nice dreams and breathing deeply. Then imagine a bunch of needle-like claws pouncing onto my gonads. I'm sure you can image my first two words. Yes, that's right: "OW! FUCK!". The little fucker had crawled under the bedclothes and thought Little Boz would be an excellent toy for him to play with, while he waited for us to wake up.
He's a daft one alright. He even attacks the quilt cover, because it has dots on the pattern and he needs to paw them. He's even tried to suck my nipple, the confused little thing.
So... I agree with Linda that he's cute... when he's asleep. Which is hardly ever because he's full of energy, the little git. Bless 'im though
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