Dusti, the one on the right, has mostly been a sweet angel till recently she was possessed by evil demons that forced her into puking all over all my stuff. 

Nanashi, the little one on the left, however, has always been hell spawn. After all I've done for her, saved her from the terrors of being left behind by mommy. I bottle fed her till she was big enough to eat solid food. How does she repay me? Waking me every morning by biting me on the head or my favorite, biting me on the butt. You can not touch her with out being chewed on. However, she can't sleep unless she is touching a part of my bare skin. Her favorite place is my arm pit. Then in the mornings she wakes me with a nibble to the arm or the arm pit. A really hard nibble!

UPDATE February 2005: Dusti eventually picked up on Nanashi's habit of biting people. She snuck up on her victims and pounced when least expected. Keep in mind she' wasn't the smallest of cats and in fact was a bit overweight.  She had this tendency to land right on the soft spot in your belly--if you had to pee when she did this, you were in trouble! RIP, sweet, fat Dusti, who passed away in 2004 in a terrible accident. 

Nanashi is still wreaking much havoc on all, which she is good at. She fights with other cats under the door at all hours of the night, then keep me awake with her toys. Then of
course she cuddles with me at night and insists on licking one part of my body till it's raw and I can't take it anymore.

The smart thing will not play if you have your hands covered with cloth--she goes for the
skin and bites hard! Luckily she hasn't pulled the bum biting again yet.