Yes, he is awful sometimes.
He turns over the trash.
He chews phone chargers in half.
He sits on the keyboard when I type.
He tears my antique yellow chair to shreds.
He's finicky about his food.
He spills his water bowl.
He EATS MY HOMEWORK.
He refuses to let Brianne and I do crafts in the living room...
But at the end of the day he curls up on my shoulders while I'm blogging
and gives me cute little kitty kisses,
and I know I wouldn't have it any other way.