he is a hellian. he is sometimes more than i can deal with. like today. he was into everything. he was headed out d's window. he was climbing the posterboard i had blocking my open and screenless window. i am afraid he's going to get out and get squished by a car. i would be terrifically traumatized if that were to happen.
i love this little kitten even if he is a brat. he's cute when he's calm and sleepy, at least. and he sleeps on me at night, and when i wake up in the morning he jumps on top of me and stomps around purring like a lawnmower. it is the sweetest thing.
but, still, it is difficult to write with a kitten attached to your pen. and it is difficult to eat with a kitten climbing in your mouth. and he attacks my hands and my elbows and my feet with his needle-sharp claws and draws blood. and he gets overwhelmingly hyper. ug... i will be glad when he becomes a cat.
the federal express people finally managed to deliver the package that n mailed us nearly two weeks ago. it was kind of anticlimactic. no sparkles inside. no stickers. just an envelope for me and one for my roommate. i'm not complaining, mind you, because those envelopes included money, but, ya know.... after two weeks of stressing over it, it could have been a little more exciting. oh well. i am thoroughly unimpressed by the fed ex people. i am all about three-day priority mail. yes indeed. they actually deliver it. usually within three days. it is exciting, really.
![[my baby skorchie]](/journal/images/glowkitty.jpg)
(and thanks to skorch for the cool background)