The Story of How We Acquired (and Nearly Killed) Annie the Kitten

This is Annie. She is the last of Cobra Kai and Crazy Horse's litter to be rounded up from the mean streets of Wellington, and she has come to live in our Foster Home for Wayward Kittens.

When we got her, she was really hissy and spitty and scared like her brothers were, but she seemed to be warming to us fast. So fast that we let her play chasies with the rest of the orphans around the lounge the night she got home. As good responsible parents, we surpervised. We watched five kittens run behind the mirror by the fireplace. A moment later, we watched four kittens emerge. Time passed. Eventually, I went to check if she was taking a crap back there. She wasn't. She had disappeared.

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We turned the flat upside down. It got to the point where we were starting to theorize if she could possibly have squeezed down the toilet. Portkeys and floo powder were discussed. We even carried Cobra around the house and tried to get him to sniff her out, but he just started purring and batted my nose.

Then she started meowing and we realized- SHE WAS INSIDE THE WALLS. She had somehow squeezed herself into a tiny gap between the fireplace and the wall and couldn't get out. Karl pulled the fireplace apart and got into the walls; and then spent about five hours sitting in there trying to lure her out while I sobbed about how she was going to die in the walls and we'd have to move out to avoid being haunted by adorable demon kittens.

She matches the rug! Bonus!

We did finally get her out, and she was just like 'Mrow?', drank a bowl of milk, and fell asleep. Fuckin' bitch.

Anyway, we christened her Anne, for obvious reasons, and we are making solid progress in taming her. Her interests include biting your fingers, staring contests and meowing when she's lonely; and her dislikes are excessive cuddling, the vacuum cleaner and being sat on by bigger kittens. We love her.