Wild Thing out of the Wild Woods

This is what I call C lately.  The quote is from one of Rudyard Kipling's Just So Stories - "The Cat Who Walked By Himself".  She's into everything right now, and gets really hyper, and is just generally hilarious.  The bottom half of the tree is nearly devoid of ornaments now, she loves being chased and playing with K, and she's fond of taking down the laundry that's drying and swinging it around.  She liberates herself from her nappy sometimes, too, if it's velcro.  She even growls/roars.  I think it's fairly appropriate to call her a "wild thing".  The description can fit K at times, too, of course.  I wouldn't change a thing, though.