He was a tiny furry supervillain fueled entirely by hormones and bad intentions. 

This cat terrorized the house. 

Not playfully. 

Not “cute little troublemaker” terrorized. 

I mean full commitment. 

He launched himself at ankles from dark corners like a haunted land piranha. Attacked feet under blankets with military precision. Screamed at walls at three in the morning like he was arguing with ghosts only he could see. Nothing was safe. Nothing was peaceful. Every room became a potential ambush zone. 

And the attitude? 

Absolutely unbelievable. 

He walked around with the confidence of a mob boss half his size, furious at the existence of doors, gravity, other living creatures, and possibly air itself.