Or are they really terrors?
At the start of last summer, I found an abandonned litter of three kittens. What could I do? They were so small, and there was no way that they would have survived on their own. Even though DH had taken in a kitten only a few weeks before, I took these guys in. They quickly became a part of our household. Schatzi, our dachshund, adopted them without question. (She loves cats.) Yoda is just a little older, so he had no problem fitting in, but the two older cats have definitely been slower to accept them.
I named them Merlin, Gandalf, and Tosca.