My legs are absolutely torn up right now! It's actually worse when I wear something covering them, like a long nightgown, because they don't realize they're hurting me. When I wear short lingerie, they seem to know what my skin is.
That said, they jump on me and run up my legs because they want to be with me and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Cali is a biter, and I'm going to have to work on that.
They fight and wrestle and run around like it's "cage night" in kittyville and only the survivor will get dinner.
I just sit back and enjoy the show.
They run around the house like crazy. I've almost stepped on them, sat on them, closed doors on them. I opened the pantry door as Charlee was running around the corner, and BONK!
They're kitties, they're crazy and they're all mine!
Enjoy it while they're young - take lots of pictures!