Hello, Cricket here. I am not pleased! In fact I'm angry! There is a thing in my house that Momma claims is a kitten. I don't give a rip what he's called, he's a pain in my behind!
He smells. BAD. He tries to pounce on ME! The nerve! I hiss and I growl and I show him my fangs and all he does is hop away and come back for more. I then must retreat to My Momma's bedroom before I give in to my impulse to EAT HIM!
Didn't he get the memo? He is supposed to fear me and show me respect. I have assumed top cat in this house. Billie the floofy Persian is to sweet and calm and Cody is too laid back (high on nip) to assume top cat responsibilities.
Mark my words panthers and other kitties of color; There will be pee, vengeance pee! Momma is going to have a lot of cleaning to do... Some how this "kitten" will learn not to pounce around acting all cute on my turf.
Remember, sometimes being naughty is not only fun, it's mandatory!