My new kittens hate me. They must, I believe, to ruin my quiet time like they do.
Their usual routine is to spend all night -- every night -- fighting with each other. I try and work around their constant mewling and bawling. I step over them as they bite and claw at each others' necks. I am awoken to the sound of the pair of them rolling down the hallway, melded together like some gigantic kitty bowling ball. And my bedroom door? Their pins. They crash into it every hour on the hour... all. Night. Long.
And then, after they've torn each other apart into shreds of tired kitty flesh... they do this: