Whatever nanochip in feline brains that determines meankitties starts 'em young. Ghost is only 5 months old and I have had him since 10 weeks. In the shop, he was the kitten everyone wanted: house trained, playful, vocal, friendly...

And then we got him home. When he wants to play or be petted, he's wonderful. However, if you don't want to play when Ghost says it's playtime, or if you want a purring kitty in your lap and Ghosty says no way... well... I have scars already. Where I once had a room covered in art and magazine clippings, pictures of bands, interesting advertisements (held up by over 1200 thumbtacks, YIKES!), most of it, where he can reach, has been torn down or ripped.

The worst is at night. I'd come home from a night out with friends and fall into bed about 4 AM. My leg would be curled up on the bed. One time when I woke, I'd apparently thrown my foot off the side of the bed, and it was bleeding. Guess why? He also likes to bite my hands if they are coming out from under the pillow and will eat my cellphone while I'm on it. The antenna is totally mangled.