my 2 at times seem to be hell-bent on destroying me

my second day home from a very painful personal surgery ((last week)) they were excited to see me come home, when I was trying to rest on the couch Jillian took a running jump right onto my stomach and basicly surgery-area. I got up to go to the bedroom where I could lock them out, and on my way Frankie jumped from the top of the back of the couch directly onto one spot of my foot with both his paws, and all I felt were 50 pounds of claws

Theyve been forgiven. But I've learned to live with constant bruises and scratches because of Jillians klutzy-ness and big hollow head