My kittens (who are more like adolescents, really), are destroying my house. I come down every morning to something that has been knocked over or broken, or both. They are eating the table cloth, clawing apart the jelly wrist rest thing, eating cd covers, tearing up magazines... You get the picture. Also, they keep jumping up onto my lap and then twisting their claws into me as they jump onto the next stage. I am scarred, I tell you, scarred!

If I am sitting on the sofa watching telly, they will attack my hair or my feet. When I walk down the stairs they attack my skirt. They rub round my ankles while I am getting up in the morning, in an attempt to trip me up and make me fall down the stairs. If you leave chocolate around, even still in its wrapper, they will tear the paper to get to the chocolate. Last night, they were even sniffing my takeaway curry to see if they fancied eating it! If I am feeling relaxed, and fancy having a bit of a cuddle with a cat, they bite my hands and scratch my arms while I am trying to stroke them. When I am sitting at the computer there is usually one on the back of my chair, head rubbing my head, and one on top of the computer cupboard, threatening to knock stuff off...
And I only have two.
I would like to bet that, by the time those gorgeous little bundles of fluff are 12 weeks old, you will be pleading with someone to come and rehome them!