Only thing I like about dogs is they're generally big enough to make noise when they walk so you know they're right behind you. Kittens, not so much. They've grown accustomed to basically following me everywhere, and for whatever reason I'm not used to it yet. I went out to the kitchen to check on my pizza in the oven, put it back in for a few minutes more. I closed the oven door, turned around, took a step and punted Sammy across the kitchen floor. I heard his claws digging into the floor as he floated across it. Only thing that stopped the poor kitten was the refrigerator as I fell into the door frame and almost completely over. I took a step and I kicked him with enough force to actually hurt my foot and pushed him a good 10 feet. Its kinda funny now that I think about hearing his claws scrape across the floor, but poor kitten.