George, our 8-month old siamese rescue, is tearing the house apart and causing all kinds of trouble. It's 4 AM and he is on the dining room table. Within a couple of minutes, he went from eating something that I couldn't see (he eats bugs, but I don't think that was what it was). Then he starts rolling the old pencil around. Cat owners know this move. Fortunately, a newspaper blocked the way to the edge of the table. Pushing things off the table is his game. He has just learned that he can moves glasses of water on coasters, if the water is low. Now he is back at the pencil, and, hold it, it's off the table! Good job, Georgie. He's lying in wait under the table now. Have to be careful when he does this, because he tackles our legs with a surprising amount of force. A tennis ball just rolled past. This is going to go on all night. My wife and I have been locking him out of the bedroom whenever he gets too ramped up. Otherwise, he likes to pounce on us, literally jumping up in the air, and landing on an arm, stomach, you name it. If I try to hide under the covers, the little f*cker comes looking for me, poking around under the covers, crawling inside, etc. We've had our share of cats, but it has been a long time since we had one as young as this. We try to play with him and keep him occupied, although now I think it is going to his head, and he is starting to think he is something special. Whew! Another reminder that I am not 19 anymore.