Meowscles had left you with the responsibility of taking care of Kit for the weekend - a little feline following in his dad's pawprints.

Kit was a ball of energy. He'd scamper from the dining room to your designated agency room in a flash. Even in your lap, he kicked and turned, still full of energy.

"Purr! Don't touch!" He swatted at your hand, trying to play hard to get even though he wanted your attention.