This is Zoë. She may look extremely cute, but I have mutilated hands to prove that she is not, in fact, a cute kitten, but rather an oscillating blur of kitten teeth and claws. Don't believe me:
That is my seat. She stole that the second I stood up. And then exposed her soft underbelly, knowing full well that I didn't dare evict her from her perch. Then she took her frustrations of the day out on me throughout the night.