Flynn

So, I have a cat. I've had this cat for a couple weeks now and I realize that I hate cats. 
Why do I have this cat? Because it's fucking adorable. I now realize why people have babies then decide they want to boot said child out of the house. My kitten, whom I've lovingly named Flynn, will be one of those children. 
First of all, this cat is ridiculously accident prone. Between getting road rash, tearing the stitches out from that surgery, getting his head stuck in a shoe, Flynn has been to the vet three times in the last week. 
The little thing also decides that four A.M is a great time to start licking my face and head butting me. Why? Because he's Satan. I require at least five hours of sleep at night, but little Flynn won't allow that...
I love the little bastard, but if this is what having a baby is like, tear out my uterus NOW.