angus has recently graduated from the "play with me! play with me!" level of cat-demanding to the "oh you're not paying attention to me right now...smash! crash! I'm getting into trouble" category, and it's a doozy.
He is everywhere, all the time. In the middle of the night or the middle of the day he's knocking glasses off the kitchen counter (where they subsequently shatter on the slate tiles), chewing his way into packages (not kidding!) I'm about to mail, and otherwise being a stealing-things, moving things, underfoot nuisance.
Somehow he graduated from cat to toddler overnight.