I honest to God do not know how parents do it. I need to think three steps ahead of this creature at all times, and it still gets that fourth step ahead of me. The little creep.
No, Slipperperson, no sign of my license et al. And no, I won't dumpster the kitten. My new plan is to attempt to sell her to the military as a prototype weapon of destruction. That way I can get big bucks for her.
Let the Army figure out how to control her.