My Single Mom Life

She's not really a kitten either.
Shahiro will be 3 years old in November, but she is still this tiny-baby, kitten-sized cat.
It's not normal.
Everyone who comes over says; "Aaww, what a cute kitten!"
Um, she's 2 and a half.
"Oh wow, she's so tiny! Was she the runt of the litter?"
No, I think she's just retarded.

Anyway, I have all these cardboard boxes under my bed with stuff in them, there isn't much in the way of storage in this house, so when I got my bed risers, I gained some under bed storage for all kinds of crap I couldn't put anywhere else.
Shahiro was under my bed almost all freaking night playing in the boxes!
I could hear her all night, jumping in and out of them, playing with the things inside the boxes, and being totally annoying.
I kept yelling at her to get out, smacking the box spring, and she would run out of the room.
I would hear the little jingle bell on the collar she wears, jingling throughout the house, and be like ok cool, she's gone.
I'd fall back to sleep, and then I'd hear it.
Jingle jingle, crumble, dive, bat, swat, scratch, jingle, meow, jump, crash jingle and bang.
She was back.
Over and over.

I finally had enough, I wasn't getting any sleep in my room, so I came out to the living room, hopped on the couch, and curled up in a blanket.
Then I heard it.
Jingle jingle, scratch, meow?
I opened my eyes, and by the glow of the tv, there she was, up on the couch with me, standing on me, purring and kneading her paws on the blanket and my chest underneath.
I was all WTF Shahiro!
What do you want?
To annoy me all night?
Why?
Whhhhhhy?!
She stepped up close to my face, rubbed her cold wet little nose on mine, bonked her head on my chin, and curled up in my neck to go to sleep.

Maybe she sees me as her momma or something.
When we first got her, the boys were at school all the time, so she was with me all day long, had to be near me, and often spent her days curled up in my lap while I was on the computer.
She is still small enough to do that, she honestly has never grown any larger than when we got her, and maybe all that playing around under my bed was just her wanting to play with me, be near me.
We finally both drifted off to sleep, her on my chest with her head buried in my neck and a paw resting on my arm.

That is until about 7:15am when she decided it was time to get back up and go play.
And tore off of me by using her claws as leverage on my chest.
Ouch.