This kitten has grown much bigger and turned into a monster. She, Hannah, does everything she is not suppose to do. For example, she sleeps in the afternoon on top of the large cage I have for my canaries. Proably dreaming of what she would like to do with those birds if only she could get into the cage and believe me she has tried. She gets really wild and will attack anything that moves with all her claws and teeth flying. So we in this house have nursed many wounds. But last night was her reckoning. She bit Jim when he was trying to but her to bed. After much chasing and muttering under our breaths, towel in hand, I grab her and she was not happy, clawing and yeowling with all her energy. We tossed her into her kennel and Jim for revenge for being bitten and scratched, put her out into the garage.
This morning she was very repentant and shy with her behavior. We here have decided she needs to be an outside cat with some privileges in the house. We acted on our decision and Hannah has adjusted well to the outside. She waits by the back door when she wants in. All is peaceful once again in the Terrill's house in Benson.