Spitfire has been rechristened "Mr. Tibbs." Hopefully, this isn't too confusing. It is his third name. After being picked up on the streets in Kentucky, he was mistaken for a girl and named "Sassy." He next went to a rescue home where he was discovered to be a boy. His outgoing and fearless nature earned him the name "Spitfire." While "Spitfire" is descriptive, "Mr. Tibbs" is more fun.
The rescue cat lady told me that kitens sleep 22 hours a day. To that I say: "Bull-sh!t." Mr. Tibbs is a ball of energy that needs constant supervision. I think he spends 22 hours AWAKE and GETTING IN TO TROUBLE.
Mimi and Cleo aren't so fond of Mr. Tibbs. In fact, they're terrified of him. They growl, hiss, and run away. Cleo has been practically living outside since we brought him home.
This is becoming difficult to type, as Mr. Tibbs is attacking the mouse cord. Thank goodness that, although 22 hours was a gross overestimation, he does sleep.