Dotties in the house

Whatever you do, never let a dotty into your house. They have pins in their feet. We have one staying with us at the moment and the last two days have been a nightmare. It binkies in a fashion all over the place, ignores my foot stamping and has no sense of self discipline. It never stops bouncing and when it spots me it wiggles its bottom and tries to jump at me. Worst of all, it smells awful and its litter tray is disgusting. I couldn't have a child of mine making such a mess.This particular dotty was thrown away by somebody and I'm not surprised. House rules and the fact other folk might have opinions never enter its silly head. My Joanne found it and took it home with her. Who knows why?
I had a close look at the dotty while it was shut in a cage. It could be a sort of cat but I have never seen one that small. My family keeps it well away from my kitchen and utility room but I wish it would go away. I'm really depressed and try to sleep most of the time. I want my home back.

Poor old Harve. He's lost his sparkle and doesn't know which way to turn. The kitten's eye colour has just turned from blue and as she's too young for injections she can't go outside so we have her here till Sunday. Dotty thinks the whole world is hers to play with and conquer. This includes Harve. We pop her into the cat basket now and again for him to inspect at close quarters. He hops around the cage stamping his foot pathetically which Dotty enjoys hugely. It's Showtime! She had complete control of the dogs from the beginning. The pins in her feet did it.