This is the infamous Tiny Kitty, Bringer of Fleas and Mayhem. She was ours briefly, then we found another home for her, and now she's back again. Her new parents were quite fond of her, but their other cat, I'm sad to report, was not. How he could rebuff the advances of such a lovely and darling kitty, I do not understand. But rebuff he did, despite Tiny Kitty's best efforts to win him over.

So, she's back, and on one hand, goddamnit, because now we have three cats again. But on the other hand, is she not darling? And so soft! And fun! Le sigh. Three cats it is, then.

When we found her, she was "Tiny Kitty." Then we started calling her "Samuel L. Jackson (Ms. Jackson if you're nasty)," then "Eloise," then "Samuel Eloise Jackson (Ms. Jackson if you're nasty)." Then her new parents started calling her "Tiny Kitty," then "TK," then "Tiki." The `mo suggested the name "Mathilda" ("I've always liked that name," he said dreamily, a far-away look in his eye), a suggestion I promptly shot down. Not that I have anything against the name, mind you, but the tiniest addition to the house already has more than her fair share of names. We'll use one she already has, goddamnit. But which? Although, really, it's not like it matters. She's not going to come no matter what we call her. And she's a kitten, and as I mentioned before, The Bringer of Mayhem. I'm 100% certain we'll just call her "Kitty GODDAMNIT!" for at least the first year or so we have her. So, yeah
Also interesting to note, the redness of her eyes is due to the evil brimming inside and not the fault of an amateur photographer. At least, this is what I assumed after finding her clinging to the brand new window blinds, swinging to and fro in an effort to reach the fern next to the window.

KITTY GODDAMNIT!

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