Siren, formerly known as #4. AKA Panther, little bear. Fast becoming deserving of being called ‘Piranha’.
She’s a vicious girl.
She was a slow, quiet baby. Very deliberate in her actions, and detailed in taking evidence. The way she examines something is interesting to watch- she’ll sniff all around something new, very slowly, her eyes half closed, making her seem like a fancy connoisseur of scent- almost blissed out from the odor of that old ratty catnip mouse.
Perhaps because she has a wide face with thick fur, she seems limited in her expressions. Serious. Cynical. Malevolent. Impassive. Serious. Doubting. Asleep. Watchful. I’m sure I said Serious already?
It was easy to teach the others to not bite or claw hands, even in play. But not this one. A gesture towards her belly will be rewarded with a slash and chomp. Walking by her barefoot gets a claw-grab. Mistake her friendliness for affection- no! it’s really playfulness, in her case,’sink in sharp points!’. The other kits aren’t spared either- a shared grooming session is often ended when Siren decides to hug the other around the neck and sink her teeth into their fur somewhere. She’ll often hold them immobile for several minutes, too, until she decides its time to start grooming again
Amazingly, this bite tendency of hers appears to be an action of affection! She’ll purr and twine about an ankle, then chomp, then twine again, all the time purring. Give her the headscratching she asks for, slowly (almost sensously) chomp!. More headscratch. Purr purr.
She follows me around. Not obviously, on my heels like a dog might follow, but stealthily. Like a P.I. tracking an unsuspecting target. I go upstairs. She goes upstairs. Of course she has her own reasons for going upstairs, and always being in the same room I am.
So, I sleep, and she sleeps too. I’m told that when I’m sleeping, she’s up on the bed with me most of the time. I know when I fall asleep she’s there. And when I wake up.. she’s there. Sometimes only within arm’s reach, more often up against my leg or curled 6 inches from my face. And today she bit me. Just swaggered up to my face as I slept and gave my chin a nice wake-up alarm. That purr must not have been enough. Then she skipped down to curl around my foot, clinging to it with all of her sharp points.
Woe is me, to have such a beast attatched to me 
At least she doesn’t draw blood, or she’d be Vampire Kitty!
