House Wrecking Cats

Last night somebody, I suspect I know who, managed to knock over a flourescent light bulb and of course it broke.  No, it didn't just break, it exploded.  You see, it was in it's socket,  turned on, IN THE CEILING fixture in my sewing room.  The ceiling is not finished down there in the basement but still, how the suspect managed to get a four foot long bulb out of it's socket is beyond me.   Of course it exploded, it fell all the way from the ceiling to a concrete floor that's covered only in a thin inside/outside carpet.  Millions of tiny glass shards everywhere.  I've been sewing, my current project is not complete, so the shards were in amongst the bits of fabric clippings scattered over the floor.  How no little kitty feet got cut is a wonder.

Have a house wrecking story to share about your little monsters?

I have one cat who likes to knock things off shelves, she's lost several food plates this way. More recently my favourite mug went to mug heaven, it was at the back of the counter, I'd just left it for a few minutes. So after some checking I came up with this mug  which is the very definition of my black cat (the non destructive one). It has "I'm not fat, I'm fluffy... With big bones." written on it. I'm just making sure it lives for a while longer.

Piano Cat said:

 
Last night somebody, I suspect I know who, managed to knock over a flourescent light bulb and of course it broke.  No, it didn't just break, it exploded.  You see, it was in it's socket,  turned on, IN THE CEILING fixture in my sewing room.

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Are you sure that was the cat? That sounds more like poltergeist activity to me.



Hiro is wonderfully talented when it comes to wrecking things. His nickname is Destructor Kitty. So far he has managed to;

Break a huge ceramic planter that is too heavy for me to lift.

Destroy countless house plants.

Eat a cactus. (Seriously, it was all smashed up with fang marks in it.)

Knock over and smash a desk top computer screen.

Tear all the wall paper off of one corner of the bedroom wall. I don't know why that one corner upsets him so much, but he keeps going back there.

Destroy a set of Venetian blinds.

The thing is he is such an adorable guy I think I could probably forgive him for razing the house right down to the ground.

 
Hiro is wonderfully talented when it comes to wrecking things. His nickname is Destructor Kitty. So far he has managed to;

Break a huge ceramic planter that is too heavy for me to lift.

Destroy countless house plants.

Eat a cactus. (Seriously, it was all smashed up with fang marks in it.)

Knock over and smash a desk top computer screen.

Tear all the wall paper off of one corner of the bedroom wall. I don't know why that one corner upsets him so much, but he keeps going back there.

Destroy a set of Venetian blinds.

The thing is he is such an adorable guy I think I could probably forgive him for razing the house right down to the ground.

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hahaaha I always tell myself that the holes in the curtains make it easy to see whether it's light out there. .  

moorspede said:

 
hahaaha I always tell myself that the holes in the curtains make it easy to see whether it's light out there. .  

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 I'm sure he's got my best interest at heart when he does these things. Bless him.

Kittens.

Neo-kittens.

Disaster.

The Devil, Andouille, the Panintheass, and many many more.

Little kittens still don't have either the size or the coordination to do much. Yearlings and young adults, on dear, oh my.

The favored escapade seems to be to jump on top of something that's balanced precariously and send it crashing to the floor. Lamps. Containers of sun-tea. Roasted chickens or turkeys. An unlit barbeque grill. A fluorescent tube leaning up against something, awaiting either installation or disposal. Once (just, thank God), a bookcase, full of books.

Am I glad I looked at this thread! I thought I was the only one with cat catastrophe.

I suppose we are now all part of a club that nobody else wants to join. We only become members by accident !
We need Cat Owner's Home Insurance .
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JamesCalifornia said:

Am I glad I looked at this thread! I thought I was the only one with cat catastrophe.

I suppose we are now all part of a club that nobody else wants to join. We only become members by accident !
We need Cat Owner's Home Insurance .
~[emoji]128542[/emoji]`[emoji]128573[/emoji]´

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 ​Compared to the horrors a big, playful, young doggie can wreak, cats are NOTHING.

How do you think I know? (Why don't I have a BPYD now?) Wolfen teeth ripping up rose bushes by the roots. Among much else.

Still kitties manage their fair share. Just strap things down . . . .

I have to add one I forgot.  The house was not actually wrecked but it was close and we don't know if our house would have been flooded or burned to the ground.

For some strange reason when I got home from work one day I went down to the laundry room, not my usual room to go to first.  There I found some potted plants on the window shelf over the laundry tubs knocked over with pots and dirt in the laundry tubs.  And, as if it had been put there on purpose, also one of the plug stoppers for the tub had landed, kerplunk, right smack in the drain, stopping it right up.  ON the way down the plant had hit the tap, turned the water on and it was steadily dripping.  How long it had dripped I have no way of knowing but the laundry tub was nearly half full.  

Now, we are on septic and our laundry is below grade so all the water that goes into the laundry tubs must be pumped UP to the septic tank.  A toilet tank like lever in the tub activates when the water reaches about two thirds full and the pump drains the tub from the bottom.  BUT, the bottom drain had been stopped up when the plug fell into it.  So the water could not drain out and the pump would have kept running and running and that's why we don't know - would the pump have overheated and burned out and caught fire?  Would that happen before the laundry room floor was flooded?  Would the flood put the fire out?  Boy, it was lucky I went down there.

WE had only had Ginger cat, a rescue from the Humane Society, a few months at that time.  We think she was trying to get out the window.  In future escapes Ginger did open that window, which was a heavy, tight sliding one, and did escape.  When I put a stick in the closed part so she could not slide the window open (with amazing strength since I found that window hard to open) then Ginger pulled the stick out, slid the window open and still managed to get her outdoor time when she wanted it.  We had to nail it shut.    We miss her.  We had her for 20 years, to age 21.

She's gorgeous! Just look at that face. She knew mere humans and their windows were no match for her.

​Whoa, she's close to a BPYD in destructiveness!

Reminds me of a Kitty Past . . .

My house has "pocket doors" those sliders from the 1940s or 1950s that slide into the wall, instead of opening outward on hinges.

I tried to segregate a now-departed "Mama Kitty" from one section of the house via these doors, and she was able to pry them open. I watched her one day, just a bit at a time, wiggle wiggle. That's like you or me opening doors 50 or 60 feet tall. (Her strength and cleverness didn't save her from a coyote, however. Alas.)

I have a "linen fabric" recliner.  I'm pretty sure this material was soaked in tuna at some point.  

What beautiful (and totally innocent looking) sisters!

Devils

All of them

This little guy, Peko, is the kitty equivalent of an Irish setter puppy. He requires  constant supervision.  

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KittyPa said:

This little guy, Peko, is the kitty equivalent of an Irish setter puppy. He requires  constant supervision.  :frown2:

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They all do, until they're all grown up. When they're about 2 1/2 or 3 years old, they simmer down, abruptly, and you miss the cute kittenishness, except when you're sweeping glass shards . . . .

They all do, until they're all grown up. When they're about 2 1/2 or 3 years old, they simmer down, abruptly, and you miss the cute kittenishness, except when you're sweeping glass shards . . . .[/quote]
I have a 9 month old and two 5 month olds, along with my 15 year old. He makes more trouble than the others combined. 

KittyPa said:

 
I have a 9 month old and two 5 month olds, along with my 15 year old. He makes more trouble than the others combined. 

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​Watch for a true Hunnic Reign of Total Terror when the 5-month-olds get to be about 9 months old. As you already know . . .

Don't be afraid to crate them (in a nice roomy cage) till they're old enough to act right. Unless you enjoy them playing Sabre Tooth Tiger with your toes in bed at night. On top of all else. At least they'll be too busy with each other to bother the elder much.