Mine likes to knead her claws on my jeans. With me in them. I'll be sitting there in the morning, doing my makeup or something, when YEOWCH. Claws in my buttcheek. Between that, the "playing" where she grabs my hand and tries to skin it with her hind claws, chewing on my ankles when she wants food, and my natural clumsiness, I have yet to go a day without scratchmarks on me somewhere.

I just wish she'd quit vaulting out of my arms when she's tired of being held... my chest is starting to look like someone tortured me for a sex crime or something. ._.;;;