Sammy

Sammy is the new kitten.

Sammy is very cute because Sammy is half stripey tabby, and half Siamese.

Sammy is also UTTERLY AND COMPLETELY INSANE!

Sammy is already starting to annoy me.
Though the kids love him and Tam adores him and he seems to like me, and he adores Tami and the kids, some of Sammy's exuberance at being a fully clawed and tooth-filled kitten is rubbing me the wrong way.

Most of all his inability to leave me the hell alone when I sit down at my computer to do things. I know he doesn't understand that my new location at this wildly humming flickering bit-o-kit is in fact functional and that I am trying to accomplish some goal or another by being there.

I know all he sees is that I have positioned myself in such a way as to make attacking and biting my feet more of a direct challenge to him.
And he is ever prepared to accept and meet that challenge.

But last night was somewhat of the straw that was being placed atop a camel who was already a tad overloaded and had back problems to begin with. Probably a ruptured disk intruding on his spinal column and pinching his cyatic nerve.
That poor camel.
Anyway, not only did Sammy begin attacking and biting my feet, he also figured out something he hadn't up to that point tried.

CLIMBING MY FREAKING LEG LIKE A TREE!

Now this new sport was terribly exciting to him I am forced to assume because no matter how many times I gently pried him loose from my lap he diligently scaled my calf and thigh again within seconds.
I tried to thwart him with some simple slight of foot and during several of his "run ups" I would pivot my foot upward and he would smack into the sole of my foot and be forced to reposition himself. This of course was folly on my part. It was no more a solution to Sammy's zeal than GWB's energy plan is a solution to the gas crisis.
So the event went on and I put him on the floor and corrected him no less than a dozen times when he, in true extreme sportsman fashion decided to "take it to the next level".
By this he decided to eliminate the middle man and ignore the calf muscles entirely and would instead jump as high as his little legs would allow and grapple his razor sharp talons directly into the soft fleshy inner thigh of my leg and proceed to climb the rest of the way up.

I knew if I did not put a stop to this immediately, my scrotum would suffer, and suffer dearly.
So I cut Sammy in half with the large industrial scissors that were laying on the desk.
Oh wait, I only imagined that part.
No what I actually did was swat at him with a whimpering yelp that made him flee off into another room where he began tormenting some innanimate object or another into submission.

Sammy is cute.
But not that cute.

I'll post pictures AS SOON AS I FIND SOME STORAGE THAT ISN'T THAT CHEAP FREE ACCOUNT CRAP! hehehe.