This morning, instead of waking up to The Doors' "Break On Through," I woke up to my kitten gnawing on my hand. Front paws clutching my forearm, little claws dug into my skin, teeth dragging along my knuckles, and her looking at me with a face that said, "Why aren't you awake yet? By the way, this hand is mine now. Deal with it."
I've found a diagram that perfectly describes a cat's relationship with everything around it. And as my new kitten slowly takes over my house, family, waking thoughts and portions of my bank account, the truth of this becomes more and more evident.