We arrived at her apartment. "He's in my room."
I burst down her bedroom door, driven for a thirst for kitten cuteness. But I see no kitten.
"He might be sleeping under my pillow."
Out crawled the tiniest kitten in the world, named Mr. Monk.
Those are normal sized pillows. He is an abnormal sized kitten.
Oh my lord. I couldn't believe. A kitten so small he slept in the gap between a pillow and the bed. He was so tiny that he couldn't jump off the bed. He would flip off the edge of the bed into a pile of pillows my sister provided to lessen the chances of injury and brain damage.
FYI: My school ID is the same size of a driver's license.
Mr. Monk is now about a year old and has grown into a large, lanky cat. He is also a complete and utter asshole who bites everyone and climbs window screens in his spare time.