You are a big cat. You don't realize it, because you don't look in the mirror much, but at 10 months old and 13 pounds you are a BIG CAT.*
As such, you are hereby prohibited from taking a run through the house, leaping up, and clinging vertically to the window screen until I squirt you with water.
And also, that nice shell curtain in front of the kitchen window? It's there for decor, not for kittening. That you were grabbing a shell in your mouth, running up the stairs, and letting it go so it shook all the others up and raised a racket, then jumping at all the shell strands ... funny, yes, but if the thing comes out of the wall Mama will be displeased.
Your Mom who is decor-challenged and couldn't figure out how to fix the drywall you'll break doing that
PS. Stay out of the yarn baskets, you little nimrod.
You are the small one. As you and Luke grow, you will remain the small one. This will never change. It will only intensify. Therefore, you are advised to quit bouncing on Luke all savage-like, because someday he will realize that he outweighs you by at least a factor of three and will EAT YOU, which is hardly far-fetched considering he eats everything including Mom's yarn.
Your Mom who sorta likes you, in spite of your being a weird mix of cat, snake, and monkey