Sneaky Emotionally Manipulative Kittens

Sigh. Well, I suppose it had to happen. I finally went and bonded with the damn thing. There I was, sitting at work, giving him his bottle, like I've done six times a day for the last four deeply annoying days, and I suddenly found myself thinking about how cute he was, and how dependent he is on me, and how I'd saved his life, and how he was, well, mine. With all the predictable associated emotions, and the stupid smiling, and everything.

Shit. I'm never going to get rid of him now.