Wherein Jack didn't get a cuddly kitten.
The last cat I had was sweet. She had her moments, but mostly she liked to sit on my lap and snuggle with me. This led me to the mistake of believing that was how all cats behaved. So when I got Nat I expected I would have a nice, inside pet I could cuddle with in the evenings.
If Nat could talk our conversations would be as follows.
Me: I had a long day. I think I'll just sit down and read for a little while.
Me: Want me to pet you?
Me: You can sit on my lap.
Me: *Picks her up to cuddle.*
Nat: ARE YOU CUDDLING ME!? I AM NOT MADE TO BE CUDDLED! LET ME GO! WHAT IS THIS TORTURE!? WHO SAID YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO HOLD ME, PEASANT! THIS IS TORTURE! RELEASE ME! YOU WILL REGRET THIS!
When I'm asleep, Nat: *Lays on my face.* This is not cuddling.
Me: I can't breathe.
And that is why one should never name their kitten after a tiny, Russian assassin.
Today I share this song, because this man is fabulous and he made this with his wife which is extra cute.
Quote is from Peter Pan.