Before I start, this is not a poem, it's more of a cry for help.

I have a Calico Kitten named Jaxon Kayn Watkins. I was supposed to give him to my best friend, DrCasHolmes. But my mom fell in love with him. So we kept him. He was innocent and calm. Then he met the badass of the felines, Bonestorm Jaye Watkins. Now he thinks he is the ruler of the house and can do whatever he wants. Jax now runs around the house attacking everything and barely sleeping. I'll admit, he is a good cuddler. It's funny really, if you can get him to calm down and pet him to the point he is purring, he won't let you stop. If you stop, he will draw blood. He always thinks it is a game and he stalks me because I am always petting him. I fall asleep, I wake up to a claw digging into my skin. I walk into the bathroom, he follows. I can't escape this kitten. But I love him. His personality is insane. And another problem... he is scared of litter boxes... he puffs up when he sees them and he hisses at the box. It's funny, but my mom hates it. Now she wants to get rid of him and the only thing standing in between Jaxon and the pound is me. I need help. Any advice?