"Spaz! Those are my toes, not a mouse!" I exclaimed, trying not to speak too loudly and wake the others.
The kitten ignored my protests, and continued to chew on my feet as if they were catnip.
"Stop that!" I reprimanded, though I was actually rather amused by her behavior.
I love my kitten, even if she is does consider anything that moves (or doesn't move, come to think of it) to be food.