Mew. Mew. Mew. MROW!
Bilbo glared at Mewsie. He understood where he got his name from, at least. The kitten was sitting next to him in the armchair, snuggled between the hobbit's leg and the arm of the chair. He was purring loudly and mewing. Bilbo couldn't concentrate on his book. Instead, he picked up the cat and set him down on the kitchen table.
Bilbo grabbed a large bucket, and filled it with cold water. He set it next to Mewsie, and the kitten inspected it with sniffs. Before he could get away, Bilbo dunked Mewsie in the water. Mewsie squeaked and squirmed, but got dunked twice more. Bilbo then dropped the cat, and Mewsie dashed off yowling.
He knew it was a bit cruel, but at least it gave him peace and quiet the rest of the night.
As he headed to bed, he found Mewsie. The kitten narrowed his eyes and hissed. Bilbo shrugged and climbed into bed. Just as he started to drift off, he felt Mewsie crawl under the covers and curl up next to his leg. Bilbo attempted to move his leg to a more comfortable position, but he felt Mewsie's claws, so he stayed put.
Bilbo hated being a cat owner.