By the way, she's officially called Olive - Cersei just wasnt right. 
So, she won't eat out of her special black plastic shallow bowl. No, she has to eat out of the deep bowls the bigger cats have. My ginger boy Scabbers is mostly outdoor these days (sob) so it's usually Olive and my One year old beautiful boy, Snowers. When I put their bowls of food down, WHY does Olive dot from bowl to bowl, shoving Snowers out the way? He's now learned that if he's going to eat he has to drag chunks of met onto the carpet and nibble on them there. (Double sob) It's SO funny to watch him being brow beaten by a kitty a quarter of his size though.
She also doesn't cover up her shits. 
And she sleeps right in the middle of the duvet.
And she digs her claws in when she climbs my leg.
But she's now nearly eight weeks old and the brightest little thing EVER. Kittens are fab!