Today my wife woke me after she'd had her shower, as usual, by telling me the kitten was out--which was my cue to put the gate across the computer room door and sit in here with the kitten while he expends a night's worth of energy. After she left I had to hit the can, so I did, arranging things so that the kitten could move between bathroom and computer room, and I left the door open while I did my business.
Sitting there, reading Vox Populi on my tablet, I hear this tiny, Hiss! Hiss!
Look up and see the big grey wad that is Critter sitting in the hallway, with Maki's head protruding from underneath. It was like seeing Hello Kitty being squashed by the Goodyear Blimp in the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade.
"Damn it--Critter! Get the hell off him! What's wrong with you?" I yelled. Critter rose, completely unhurried, and moved a short distance away, then sat on his haunches and looked at me; Maki rolled to his feet and went back into the computer room.
If running and climbing are out, roughhousing is too--but how do you explain it to them?