The Kitten is Possessed

I am certain she is possessed....psychotic...out of control. Crazy in a way that if she were human would require large amounts of Thorazine or electro-shock therapy to manage. This small feline was a spontaneous decision 5 days before Christmas and was a gift for Isabella. Most shelters do not recommend adopting animals at the holidays because once the festivities are over, the shine wears off and they become a responsibility instead of a novelty. Now this is crystal clear to me. Back to being possessed...last night in the middle of the night, this kitten tried to climb a plant in my living room that is bigger than my daughter. The plant was a large entity in this room, because as it were, the room stands primarily empty with the exception of the plant....bigger than most children, but smaller than a tree. Once the possessed creature got to the top of the plant, she sat down. Sat down and the plant gave up. It gave up and split in the middle. The entire plant, soil and pot....a very large pot, came toppling over. The amount of soil in my carpet is that which no Hoover can fix. Every morning I get out of bed and hold my breath and wait to find out what other things this cat has done to my house. She pulls full roles of toilet paper off the role; pulls every tissue out of the Kleenex box, and eats anything that is on my kitchen floor...even onions. I say all this in one context, but remind myself that my daughter thinks she is the most amazing creature that walked the planet. Daisy (the possessed feline) curls up at night on my legs as I am trying to sleep and she grooms the older 10-year old cat and I think that the soil on the floor and the toilet paper shredded throughout the house might be remotely worth it.