I spend entirely too much time talking about kittens.

The kitten is really suddenly discovering the thrills and chills of disappointment and misbehavior.

Last night she dashed up to Charlie's plate and stole a piece of fish. We spent the rest of the mealtime removing her whenever she tried to climb up by us. I did not give her my last bite, like I've been doing, and the plates went in the dishwasher immediately. After dinner was done, we allowed her to play with us some more, punishment over, but I could not believe how bold she was.

Now, I'm going to 6 Flags.