Unfiltered Story #289181

I have recently gotten a new kitten, and she’s about thirteen weeks old at the time I write this. She’s been ornery the last few days-playing with my makeup brushes and sponges, peeing on the shower curtain and a towel, playing with my notebooks that I need for my career as a future published author, dumping all her toys out at once, and biting me to death. I’m talking with my nana about her:

Me: She can be really annoying, but then she can be super sweet. Whenever I cook or work in the kitchen, she gets up on her hind legs and meows at me while rubbing against my legs. She also sleeps in a specific spot around five o’clock when the sun’s nice and bright.

Nana: Now you know what having a little kid is like.

Me: Not interested.

Nana: Not interested in what?

Me: Having a kid. Pumpkin is a kitten. Her faults can be forgiven.

Nana: So can a kid’s.

Me: You can spank kids; you can’t spank a kitten.

Nana: Well, you shouldn’t spank kids, either.