I'd forgotten what they're like - I've now remembered that while I love cats, I can really do without kittens.
I had to scoop the kitten out of the bloody dishwasher this morning - I'm now going to live in complete terror of inadvertently washing him. He uses my leg as a ladder to get on the sofa, he is always, always right behind my foot, he's done something to my laptop by sitting on it while open and now I can't get any sound out of it at all.
I've over-compensated for my guilt at finding him annoying by buying so many cat toys that it's now a kitten version of ToysRUs here, but he'd rather be right behind my foot than play with them. The adult cats, who I thought might be a bit aggressive, are in fact just plain terrified - one in particular is a cat on the edge - one more kitten encounter and she'll have a complete breakdown.
His only redeeming feature is that he's unbelievably cute - this has to be some evolutionary thing to ensure survival, doesn't it?