I love an underdog. Given a choice, I will invariably pick the runt. It's just not in my power to resist.
Except when I have a grown up runt at home. A grown up runt who, while certainly my favorite living cat, is the only cat like her that I can handle.
So when we went to pick out the newest addition to our little family, R and I resisted the call of the runt. We totally resisted. We picked the "big boy" of the litter - the precocious one. And boy, is he full of it. He's non-stop. No time to cuddle. Must climb the curtains. Must eat books. Must attack feet. Must kill Squirrel. Must destroy yarn.
He's being a normal kitten in these pictures, and I only don't have pictures of him being bad because I need both hands to stop him. ;)
This is one crazy kitten. Good thing we adore him.