He will not stop scratching our new carpet even though there's plenty of scratching posts for him to use.
She somehow manages to creep between my legs at night so I wake up all contorted and aching like buggery deliriously believing I'm giving birth to a cat. BUT if I so much as place a bum cheek on a chair she's on I get a thorough telling off.
He meow meow meow MEEEOWWWWWWWWWS at 4.30am Every. Fucking. Morning. Doesn't matter what we do it never stops.
No one can eat yogurt in our house unless you stand up because he will ambush you as soon as you're seated.
Our bedside lamps are touch for on and off and if you forget to turn them off at the plug you will be woken up by Blackpool illuminations at 4am by one of their arses having bumped it.
I love them stupidly, I am a total slave

Also if we shut them out (which we have many times) we end up with a riot outside the door.