First, he tried to eat my fifty-peso bill. Then he took my keys, ran into a corner and kept on chewing them and would have probably eaten all of it if I wasn't able to find him on time and snatch the keys away.
And just a few hours ago? He vomitted right in my supplies box! Of all places where he could have done it, he found it sweeter to vomit on my stuff! Just imagine how my stuff stinks and how much patience I have mustered so I would not throw him away.
He doesn't look cute, no. Though one housemate claims he is. He is far from it. He chews on everything and since three days ago, he has been aiming to destroy my things. He probably hates me.
I did try to love him. And tried to like him. I decided that I can love his brown eyes and brown hair. I decided that if he would act nicely, I can probably look after him and make sure he doesn't fall on the stairs again (thanks to a housemate who chase him to the stairs).
But, just now, I'm having second thoughts. He still has to prove himself before he can earn my love, or at least my favor.
And, oh, for now, he's not welcome anywhere near my stuff. Not within a kilometer, at least. Hmp.