Heh. Our mate Sandra's husband surprised her with what he called "The sweetest little ginger kitten you've ever met" on Christmas day (first clue: it's a ginger. Oh god). *The next day* it became apparent to Sandra's husband that the ginger kitten (called Mercutio, by the way. He was never going to remain what the cat shelter named him, LOL) has decided that *he* is not allowed near Sandra. He tries to touch her? Hiss. He tries to kiss her? Hiss. We stan a defensive kitten.