This littler horror (Yes, Trevor, I am looking at you!) has just trashed my lounge by chasing my Border Collie. He's a delightful "minion of darkness" and takes his "hooligan kitten" duties very seriously.
So far he has fallen in the toilet, knocked over the lamp, fallen in the bath, climbed up the curtains, got stuck under the sofa, climbed into the fridge when the door was open, almost capsized the TV... I could go on.
And the problem is, he just looks at me with his gorgeous green eyes as if butter wouldn't melt. 
My other cats are appalled at him. They are all rather stately types who are older, rather than younger. Is he particularly naughty, or have I just forgotten how wild kittens can be? his brother is equally as clumsy