Question of the Day Saturday 28 December

[mani]

I have a beautiful cloisonne vase that was a special gift.  It now has a rather large ding in it having been knocked from a great height by she who shall not be named.

Which leads me to the question:

What is the naughtiest thing any of your cats has ever done?

 

[happybird]

Sammy once peed right on the seat of my husband's recliner. And this was when he was a stray and not neutered. In fact, it was the first time he ever came inside the house. Little booger snot.
This recliner is like an extra appendage attached to my husband's rear, so he was quite distraught. And highly annoyed by my giggling over the expression on his face. He was literally speechless.

 

[MoochNNoodles]

Hmmm...  Noodles likes to raid the kitchen counters looking for crumbs.  (lol...I just looked over and caught her eyeballing them now!)  But I don't know if that's the naughtiest.  One of them did knock a porcelain spoon rest off the counter when we were away on vacation once.  Our house sitter called to let me know she'd found it shattered on the floor. 

  They used to climb the Christmas tree and I caught one about to bite a light bulb when they were small. 

 

[catdavidlouis]

Harley claws the heck out of the carpetted riser of the first stair leading upstairs. We have to keep it covered with a small throw rug, which is a bit of a pain. Lucky though, he's never clawed at anything else in our home-- ceptin'  his scratching post, of course.  

 

[cheylink]

Sammy once peed right on the seat of my husband's recliner. And this was when he was a stray and not neutered. In fact, it was the first time he ever came inside the house. Little booger snot.
This recliner is like an extra appendage attached to my husband's rear, so he was quite distraught. And highly annoyed by my giggling over the expression on his face. He was literally speechless.

  So Sammy peed on Hubby's throne?! Well one of, not the porcelain one, but the recliner one

. You can't blame them when they are strays, not litter trained, especially if not spayed/neutered. Maia peed on my couch the first day I brought her home. She was a tiny, baby kitten, who held it in for so long I could see it in her face right up to when she burst! Poor baby had no idea what kitty litter was or why I kept putting her in it.......

 

[andrya]

Years and years ago l had 2 blue cats names Tibs and Gus. Tibs was indoor/outdoor and Gus was my very first indoor-only cat.

l used to take out roasts of meat and put them in a sinkful of cold water to defrost before l left for work. So this one day when l got home, l discovered that Gus had somehow got the roast out of the sink of water, out of the packaging, and had "placed" it right dead centre of the dove-grey living room carpet 

lt was beef, and it was bloody, and it was not funny (at the time).

 

[sivyaleah]

Casper, is wonderful - I honestly can't remember a single thing he's done which would be considered "naughty".  Of course, we adopted him as an already older cat (he was 9), and now he's nearly 13 so he doesn't have the wherewithall to do things a younger cat would do.  Plus, he was extremely well socialized as a kitten by his former owner (he's a friend of ours).

Cocoa, on the other hand, was a bit of a handful when we got her - much younger (we don't know her exact age, somewhere between 3-5 we were told but we lean to the younger side).  She was found on the streets and we have no knowledge of her background.  So, containing her energy at the beginning was a challenge sometimes.  But there is only one thing which she's done which would be put in the "naughty" category.  She climbed up to our fireplace mantel somehow, and knocked over a very well loved one of a kind, stained glass candle holder (more of a sconce - we just never put them into the wall).  It totally bent the metal holding the glass in place when it fell - but at least didn't break.  I tried bending it back into shape but was really worried I'd break it myself if I forced it further - so now, it's in a cabinet with its match with a kind of tipped over look to it.

Needless to say, that taught me a lesson and I removed everything around that could possibly be broken or ruined in some way.  Soon after that incident, she started to "get" the rules of the house, and I can't say she's done anything problematic since.  

 

[sivyaleah]

 
Years and years ago l had 2 blue cats names Tibs and Gus. Tibs was indoor/outdoor and Gus was my very first indoor-only cat.

l used to take out roasts of meat and put them in a sinkful of cold water to defrost before l left for work. So this one day when l got home, l discovered that Gus had somehow got the roast out of the sink of water, out of the packaging, and had "placed" it right dead centre of the dove-grey living room carpet 

lt was beef, and it was bloody, and it was not funny (at the time).

OMG LOL!

And only to prove that cats indeed, prefer making their messes on carpet, no matter what kind of mess it is 

 

[jcat]

One time Jamie found a bag of charcoal for the barbecue down in the cellar and got inside the bag. After getting himself coated in charcoal dust, he went upstairs and proceeded to try and catch a fly or something in the spare bedroom. There were little black footprints all over the wall. :lol3: We had to repaint the entire room.

 

[catlover19]

Scratched up a support beam at my in laws house. We lived there for a few years and Milo destroyed it and they can't easily replace/fix it.

 

[betsygee]

Sammy once peed right on the seat of my husband's recliner. And this was when he was a stray and not neutered. In fact, it was the first time he ever came inside the house. Little booger snot.
This recliner is like an extra appendage attached to my husband's rear, so he was quite distraught. And highly annoyed by my giggling over the expression on his face. He was literally speechless.

 

[betsygee]

I bought a piece of art in Oaxaca, Mexico--one of those with many hand carved and hand painted wood pieces that fit into a base.  When I was in the shop in Oaxaca, I took photos of how it went back together, helped the artist painstakingly take it apart and wrap it all up for traveling, carried it gingerly back with me on the plane, reassembled it at home......    Two days later, I went to admire my new acquisition and discovered my little turd-cats had CHEWED on the beautiful tail of the wood hummingbird and cracked off some of the petals of the wood flower at the base.  

    Now my work of art has teeth marks in it, cracked wood, and super glue holding some of the petals on.  

My own fault for not putting it up high or behind glass to begin with--we hadn't had kittens in the house in a long time and I'd forgotten how curious (and destructive) they can be.  

 

[miki]

 
I bought a piece of art in Oaxaca, Mexico--one of those with many hand carved and hand painted wood pieces that fit into a base.  When I was in the shop in Oaxaca, I took photos of how it went back together, helped the artist painstakingly take it apart and wrap it all up for traveling, carried it gingerly back with me on the plane, reassembled it at home......    Two days later, I went to admire my new acquisition and discovered my little turd-cats had CHEWED on the beautiful tail of the wood hummingbird and cracked off some of the petals of the wood flower at the base.  

    Now my work of art has teeth marks in it, cracked wood, and super glue holding some of the petals on.  

My own fault for not putting it up high or behind glass to begin with--we hadn't had kittens in the house in a long time and I'd forgotten how curious (and destructive) they can be.  

It must be your cats' most prized sculpture!

A couple months after we adopted her, Miki once chewed off  three entire pages of the novel my niece was reading for homework. Apparently, the next day, when she went to school, the teacher asked her why there were so many tears and missing pages in her book and she said "The cat ate my homework!" Miki did throw up a whole mushy ball of liquefied paper but otherwise she was okay 

 

 

[dejolane]

I have to say when they tear the brand new blinds up.

 

[cassiopea]

Oh boy, this will be a bit of a list....
 

Morgana:

-Stole the dog's bones and took off with them
-Stole soup bones from the counter
-Can open doors. She figured out how to twist knobs, the front door is the only one she can't do.
-She can also open all the cupboards, so when she fancies it, I will catch her in one, rummaging/exploring and having knocked a dozen stuff out.
-I think most people already know about the fireplace fiasco!
-Steals teabags from my tea
-Will try and steal food from my plate
-Opened a tupaware of margarine and started eating it
-Caught her taking lapping up vodka behind my back (A big no no there!)
-Willingly knocked over bottles, cas, salt shaker, (Which broke) and quite a few glasses (Which also broke). Often it is also a  way to "summon" me. If I am in the other room, she knocks something over, knowing I would come to her and see her perched there all innocent and prettily. She litterally will just sit there, reach out her paw, and knock!
-Chewed up my smartphone charger, good thing I needed a new smartphone anyway...
-Did a poop on the dog's bed. She did have access to a newly cleaned litter box too nearby.
-She likes to reach up on my lamps, and proceed to knock them down. She will also do that in the middle of the night too sometimes when she is not sleeping on my head or chest, with the lamp beside my bed, so I have to keep reaching over to make her stop.
-Bites the bumbum of Camelot when she chases him around the house, playing.
-Likes to go into bags, whether a big purse, my ballet bag or paper bag and so forth.

I think that is all of them. It is hard to pick just one! But nevertheless, I adore her with a passion. Gotta love clever animals, even if you get moments of crazyness. Though I am starting to wonder if she perhaps doesn't like my taste in decor? She is definitely not underfed, that is for sure!

Camelot:
 

He will sleep in the oven if he gets access and I forget/distracted, but otherwise he hasn't done anything terribly naughty. Except the time he had his rendezvous, which produced his love-kitten Morgana prior to his snipsnip. Also prior to said snipsnip, he tried to have an ongoing..err...relationship with my housecoat. Otherwise, the quiet laid back one

 he is my lovely squishy.
 

 

[peaches08]

The naughtiest...probably when Mason started playing with the tassel on Grey's urn. I immediately took it to my bedroom where the cats are not allowed. I have to keep my purse in my bedroom as well or Mason will empty it. The bedroom is closed off because they would take my makeup brushes all over the house...found one in the litter box once.

 

[margecat]

Don't know if it was the naughtiest, but it sure was the funniest!

A few years ago, we adopted a mom with 3 female kittens, The Hooligan Sisters. And, yes, they were named that for a reason!

One day, when I came home from work; it was a very rare day in which DH arrived home from work before me, and I accused him of doing this as a prank, but he swore he didn't; he just left it for me to see:  I had a ball of yarn in a storage ottoman; I had forgotten about it, and didn't know the cats knew about it. The Hooligans (it had to be the Hooligans!) got it out, and wound it through FIVE rooms, all around chair and table legs, back through the kitchen, foyer, living room, dining room, etc. over and over again many times. And it was taut--as if a human had done it carefully! Remember those 70's string art boards, where they wound colored string around nails on a board? It was just like that!

I kick myself every time I tell this story, as we didn't take photos...DRAT!

I think Lucie was the main culprit. I stupidly put the yarn back into an ottoman, not thinking.  A few days later, I was on the sofa. Lucie walked up to that exact ottoman (there are 3 pushed together as a window seat), and spent 10 minutes walking around it, trying the lid with her paw, and trying to figure out how to get it out. I'd love to know how she knew which ottoman had the ball of yarn! Maybe she could smell the wool?

MARGE: She was a kitten when we bought our house. I was laying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, when I saw her run into the BURNING fireplace! I couldn't move fast enough to stop her. She ran in the right side, around the back of the logs, and exited on the left--all without even singeing a hair! I now have cat andirons; they have glass eyes, and the flames behind them make it look as if their eyes are flickering. Some of our kittens have been afraid of them, and have hissed at the andirons!

Some of our guys love fresh vegetables. Before I discovered that, I had left asparagus in a glass of water, on the counter. We came home to find all of the tips chewed off! Those cats have expensive taste!

 

[laralove]

Oliver really has only one naughty thing, and he's been doing it regularly. Every. Single. Night. He investigates the night stand on my side of the bed. I'll lift him up and over me and tell him no. Sometimes he goes back to it and the process repeats, other times he jumps down and goes under the bed. (He tends to start there, and as the night progresses he's up on the bed and gradually working his way from my feet to my head). Anyway, it wasn't until this morning, when I went under my bed to grab his mouse toy, that I realized what he's been doing. My hair elastics. He paws at them until they fall, then he plays with them under my bed. Whether or not he goes back to the table after I move him depends (I've gathered) on whether or not he successfully got it to the floor. Being it's dark, I never saw this happen.

Anyway, I'm very lucky that he never choked on one or anything. I've seen him get a hold of them before when we've been in the living room. He paws at them, picks them up in his mouth and bats at them, but doesn't really chew on them. So I suppose his choking risk is low. Still, I know now to keep those secured away.

 

[betsygee]

Oh this is a great thread.  Funny kitties!

 

[margecat]

I forgot about Loki. He's creepy; I call him "Perv Griffin".  He ADORES hubby's dirty socks and boxer shorts. He will steal them, and I've caught him lying on his back, clutching them in his evil paws, with a look of ecstasy in his eyes. I really felt as if I should've given him some privacy.

Needless to say, when I have to wash hubby's dirty socks and boxer shorts, it doesn't elicit the same response in me.