in october, this was joe's birthday present:

joe calls him sammy-short-for-samurai. and he lives up to his name. he was sweet, cute, cuddly-the qualities you want in a kitten. and then the honeymoon was over. now he races up and down the apartment, tears at the wallpaper until it's in shreds, had ripped down most of the blinds, and the shower curtain is riddled with holes. he howls when your in the bathroom and he's on the wrong side of the door, attacks your ankles when you walk by the bed, and has somehow managed to tear down my entire standing wardrobe.

yet he fetches. that's right. it only works with those twisty pull tabs that come on water bottles, but when you toss it, he races after it, picks it up in his mouth, then trots back to you, tab in mouth. he'll drop it at your feet and wait for another go. oh- and he crawls into bed with you. under the covers- just to keep your toes warm.

he's actually quite awesome.