I wanted to guess . . . she's a "holy terror" (like my male Himalayan) but then there's nothing holy about OBL. So! I give up . . . how'd Osama get her name?
BTW, I read your profile . . . damn! You rock young lady!
When we first got her, she made our lives a living hell! You know that character in Pink Panther movies - Kato - Well our kitten would POUNCE on us out of nowhere in the middle of the night. Both of us would go to work the next morning bleeding and wounded! She'd go for your feet or your head or your hands. It's funny NOW. Anyway, her name was Capuccino but my husband started calling her "Osama". What happened finally was that we decided to get her a companion to play with so she'd leave us alone. After about a month of torture, we brought her brother Bones into the picture. They have the most wonderful relationship you can imagine. The kittens are a year old now and they have calmed down quite a bit, although they still chase each other and romp and attack and all that stuff. By the way, Bones fetches a ball just like a dog. Don't you just love cats?! I know you do.