So I got a kitten. His name is Vronsky. When I got him I had all these visions of cuddling and purring and sweetness. For the first few days, that is what I got. He was found/rescued and he was obviously separated from his mother a little bit sooner than he should have been. My visions have proven to be foolish hopes on my part. I have, in fact, adopted a bloodthirsty savage going through a vicious teenage phase.
The pictures will not support the above statements, but they are faithful and true. Proven by the fact that my arms, hands, and feet are covered in scratches. And yet I love him still. Well, as much as I am capable of loving an animal.