If city skylines are Tabula Rasa’s guilty pleasure then kittens are mine. I have the good luck of getting to occasionally have a fuzzy ball of needle teeth and claws bounding about my home driving my older cats up a wall.
My latest tiny cat was dubbed Dust Bunny, she was rescued from under a front porch by the local police after her mother was struck by a car. They did not find any other kittens and given her behavior I suspect she really was an only kitten.
No kitten bites as much as an only kitten.
She has already gone to her new home where she has another kitten to chew on, instead of my feet. But she was quite possibly the cutest kitten I’ve ever fostered.