About three things I was absolutely positive.
First, Nico was a kitten.
Second, there was a part of him—and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be—that wanted to attack my toes (No, actually, I knew exactly how much—everything from his fluffy tail to the tip of his dark little nose wanted to seek and destroy any moving object within the bounds of our house).
And a third, I unconditionally and irrevocably thought he was the cutest creature ever.
Enjoy!
