Merlin has finally outgrown the 'gnawing' stage

I didn't dare dangle my arm over the arm o the hair. He'd come racing up, wrap himself around my arm and start gnawing with some bunny kicks included, for good measure. Walking around could trigger the same reaction with him targeting my legs. I know he was playing but it could get rather painful. He was also really in to swatting and one day, with no warning, he smacked my brother in the head and drew blood.

Now he's more in to jumping up on me when I'm sitting down, tucking his head under my chin, purring away. He has taken up Gryff's habit of running in front of me and 'fainting', stretched across which ever section of floor I'm traversing. He's much calmer when people come over to visit. The big kid cats have stopped running away from him. Even Carys tolerates him.

It's so funny he became such a handful because I try to be so gentle with kittens. None of my other kid cats were ever that enthusiastically energetic. I think that perhaps he took being called a 'little panther' as something to enhance.

He still races around the house, chasing things unseen by me. He still does the occasional 'crab walk'. He's 11 months old so I don't anticipate him getting much bigger and he couldn't possibly become even more glossy.