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post #1 of 17
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your furbabies have ever got up to ? ? ...............

Dino is so nosey when the grocery shopping comes home.
I empty the bags and throw them on the floor, then tidy up when I have put everything away. One day I had bought a BBQ ready-done chicken (you can imagine the aroma of BBQ chicken floating all around ) Well his curiosity was just getting the worst of him. As I threw the empty bag on the floor, he got his face into the bag, for some reason something made him jump and off he ran - with the bag handle around his neck I tried to catch him, but the noise of the bag rustling behind him just spooked him more. He ran out of the kitchen - leapt over my dog - who did a double take !! - then out of two cat flaps and finally under our car ! Luckily the bag had caught on something as he ran under the car, BUT he wouldnt come out for about 4 hours. Needless to say he HATES grocery bags and keeps well away when the shopping comes home
post #2 of 17
Well not too long ago, and one of the reasons my ILs lost it, was that Pearl had gotten up in the window sill and broken some rare glass bottles that my MIL was given as a Christmas present by her sister. They were also attempting to eat her plants (I almost put pants). Gosh where is my mind at today.

Anywho....I had a cat steal a steak that was thawing out, we didnt' find it till about 3 weeks later (we had assumed he had eaten it) in a bag of maternity clothes that we were going through. This particular cat was one of the stray/semi-wild cats we tried to tame in our old neighborhood in MD. And he took off out the slider door that same day later on in the day.
post #3 of 17
Our domestics behave like purrrfect little angels and usually don't get into to much trouble. However, our bobcats and cougar are a different story. Carmelo loves to take one of the couch cushions and go running out into the enclosure with it, where he will unzip the cushion and pull all the foam out. Yesterday, he was even a bigger brat. He pulled the matress of his bed I think he wanted to drag that outside as well
post #4 of 17
8-Bit took it upon himself to open our :censor::censor::censor::censor:, stick his head inside, and start eating the tuna salad that I had just made. It was odd, because my husband was sleeping at the time, and I couldn't figure out who was in the :censor::censor::censor::censor:. Needless to say I now have a baby lock on my :censor::censor::censor::censor: and cabinets.
post #5 of 17
The first Thanksgiving that we had the kittens, the heavenly aroma coming from the oven of the roasting turkey was just too much for baby Trent to resist. So while I'm trying to check the turkey's temp and make sure it's done, Trent (about 3 months old) tried to CLIMB IN THE OVEN!!! Talk about giving a fairly new meowmy a heart attack!! Luckily, I caught him before he got to any of the actual hot surfaces, but I think I caught him mid-jump.

Ophelia has always been a good girl. She's never really gotten in trouble...until about a month or so ago. I was going through my closet, toward the back where my wedding dress was hanging in the plastic bag (you know, the nice ones that zip up and all that...). I found out that the little princess had shredded the bag because she wanted to sleep on the nice soft satin. She didn't shred the dress - there were just a couple of holes from her claws, but no real damage. But the bag is a complete loss. Little brat!
post #6 of 17
Freckles likes rustling through the plastic bags I have collected for recycling. Several are all shredded. I guess his scratchers aren't enough! The day he came back from dental sugery (4 pulled teeth) he actually stole a chicken bone out of the garbage. Funny thing is that he hasn't done it since.

When Pierre was living with me he used to hide both my watch and my work ID. Bob is interested in grabbing watches, pens and my glasses so often I have to hide any of those items.
post #7 of 17
Mine got a touch of summer madness on Monday. I got home from work to be greeted by total chaos. First off the cat tree had broken (not their fault but it added to the chaos and was the first thing that I saw when I went into the living room). I'd barely got over that when I noticed a load of dvds in the middle of the room that were definitely on a shelf when I left for work. But that was nothing compared to the kitchen. Mosi had opened one of the kitchen cupboards and raided it. On the floor was a bag of porridge oats (spilled out all over the floor), a 2 kg bag of cat food with a large 'hole' chewed in the packaging and some of the contents missing , a couple of boxes of stuff spilled out and the cardboard boxes chewed, various bottles of stuff on the floor (thankfully only 1 broken)..and so on! That was definitely Mosi's naughtiest day (I know it was him as Jaffa has never opened a kitchen cupboard in 9 years and Mosi has been doing it all the time lately) but I'm sure Jaffa was a willing accomplice. They were both ill after that and I'd say it serves them right but it was me who had to clean up after them! That cupboard now has a child proof lock on it.
post #8 of 17
3 out of my 4 are constantly bratty. Fred used to keep them in line, but since he went to the Bridge, it chaotic around here.
Pepper will chew on plastic any time she can, scratches my couch cover, which we got because she shredded the couch, will have a hissy fit if her canned food is not a flavor she likes. She got mad at me and peed in my purse. Nothing like getting to work at nice salon with a purse full of cat pee.
Scooter is constantly tormenting poor Pearl. Once in a while she will snap on him, and he gets his little kitty butt whipped. He howls to go out, or to be fed, and if you don't do either, he will jump on a counter, book case, or desk and knock something off. I just got up for a minute, and he was laying in my chair when I returned. I let him keep it and got the other chair.
Fluffy is the biggest brat of all. She is a total daddy's girl, and he lets her get away with almost anything because she is so cute. He rescued her, so she is his baby when she is being cute and sweet, but mine when she is bad. She has demolished the mini blinds, pulls books out of the book cases, gets on my knick knack shelves, has knocked over my lava lamps, climbs on the TVs, bites and scratches if she is not properly held or petted, just to name a few. If you leave food of any kind sitting around, she will steal it. Then she will share with the others and slink off if they get caught, like she was not in on it. She will get right on the stove and try to get in the pots or cooking food. I have to take her with me if I leave the kitchen while cooking. She gets into my cupboards and pushes my pots and pans out, mking a great crashing noise. Her favorite time for this game is about 4 a.m.
They all like to get on the computer desks and knock stuff on the floor. It's never a dull moment around here. I miss my little Fred. The brattiest thing he ever did was hide in my purse and go to work with me.
post #9 of 17
Brandy, our house cat when I was a child must have been a saint.

But one day - at a unique family gathering - all my maternal grandparents' children and grandchildren would be there - she just couldn't resist the smell of the roast turkey resting on the dining room table - god and she alone know why, as turkey was served every Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year, and she never made a scene before.

Anyway, so, Brandy, alone with the turkey decides to eat it - in walks my grandmother (with whom we were living) - I can't remember what she screamed, but she was royally ticked (we were upstairs changing for dinner, and convinced that she was yelling at us) when she saw Brandy munching down.

Grandma served the turkey anyway.
post #10 of 17
Nya never gets into mischief, she's an angel

Buddy on the other hand, is ALWAYS getting himself into trouble! One time I'd accidentally left my sewing kit open, and he pulled out a string (with needle still attached) and through playing with it accidentally swallowed the string, getting the needle stuck in the roof of his mouth I was terrified for him, but it was easily fixed by a quick trip to the vet.

Then another time, my boyfriend had taken all the onion off his pizza and left it in a bowl on his desk. Buddy, being the bugger that he is, ate it ALL. Then dissapeared. We couldn't find him anywhere in the house. I was panicing, thinking he was off dying from onion toxicity, when we realised that my roomie who'd just left the house had locked him in her room! We had to break the lock off her door to get in and get him to the vet He was fine. Stinker. lol
post #11 of 17
One evening, sometime last fall, I was cooking up some home made spaghetti sauce, and had it just about ready. I'll boiled some spaghetti noodles and poured them into a strainer in the sink, when my mother called. So, I took the phone call and talked to my mom for about 20 minutes.

When I got back to kitchen, Skimbleshanks, the hobo, was sitting at the edge of the sink, fishing out spaghetti noodles, one at a time. He would hold the noodle up just as far as he could, bite a few millimeters from the bottom of the noodle, and then, with a flip of his paw, sling it across the kitchen. There were noodles stuck to the kitchen window, the front of the refrigerator, the dishwasher, on the floor, on the table..........
post #12 of 17
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Originally Posted by Skippymjp
One evening, sometime last fall, I was cooking up some home made spaghetti sauce, and had it just about ready. I'll boiled some spaghetti noodles and poured them into a strainer in the sink, when my mother called. So, I took the phone call and talked to my mom for about 20 minutes.

When I got back to kitchen, Skimbleshanks, the hobo, was sitting at the edge of the sink, fishing out spaghetti noodles, one at a time. He would hold the noodle up just as far as he could, bite a few millimeters from the bottom of the noodle, and then, with a flip of his paw, sling it across the kitchen. There were noodles stuck to the kitchen window, the front of the refrigerator, the dishwasher, on the floor, on the table..........
Mike, At least you know the spaghetti was done if it was sticking to things.

Sheba (RB), when punished, would go to mom's plant shelf and knock a pot off. One day mom caught her with her back to the wall and using all 4 feet to push the largest plant onto to the floor. She also ate the ponytail palm, and often used the cactus garden as a bed and the cactus as toys.
post #13 of 17
We had just finished the wedding dress for my cousin's fiancee and hung it on the dress form with the veil. A scant second later the two kittens we had ran through the house and one came within a hair's breadth of snagging the dress! Both mom and I came close to heart failure that day.
post #14 of 17
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Originally Posted by krazy kat2
I miss my little Fred. The brattiest thing he ever did was hide in my purse and go to work with me.
Awww. What a sweet surprise that would be. Of course then you have the issue that you're at work with your kitty with no litter box, no food, etc...

I know you have to miss Fred so much.
post #15 of 17
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Originally Posted by Skippymjp
One evening, sometime last fall, I was cooking up some home made spaghetti sauce, and had it just about ready. I'll boiled some spaghetti noodles and poured them into a strainer in the sink, when my mother called. So, I took the phone call and talked to my mom for about 20 minutes.

When I got back to kitchen, Skimbleshanks, the hobo, was sitting at the edge of the sink, fishing out spaghetti noodles, one at a time. He would hold the noodle up just as far as he could, bite a few millimeters from the bottom of the noodle, and then, with a flip of his paw, sling it across the kitchen. There were noodles stuck to the kitchen window, the front of the refrigerator, the dishwasher, on the floor, on the table..........
I can just see that and it is officially the funniest thing I have EVER heard. Kiss him on the head for me, please - I needed that laugh
post #16 of 17
We've only had Miss Stumpy for 3 weeks I guess and she's always in mischief! She LOVES catnip for a start. Twice now she's sniffed out the catnip during the night, and we've come down in the morning to discover catnip everywhere, and a very happy cat rolling around!

She also still hasn't gotten sick of the "chase the toes under the sheets" game. Nothing like waking up at 3am when she's gotten bored and sunk her claws into your feet!

When we were fostering a mama cat and her 5 kittens, the little monkeys were ALWAYS up to no good! They were allowed to play in our bedroom closet until they decided that trying to climb up my only "formal occasion" dress that I love was lots of fun! There was claw marks all over it! Lucky they only got the bottom because it was in a plastic dress bag, and the threads they pulled out could either be gently pulled back into place, or are too low to the ground to see...
post #17 of 17
Today Rocky got in the dishwasher while I was unloading it. This is a change from his usual attempt to get in the fridge.
Last week I couldn't figure out why all the cats were running around like lunatics and wrestling eachother. Then I figured out that someone had chewed open the can of "kookamunga" cat nip treats and they had eaten about half.
One time someone knocked over about 6 neatly folded towels that were on the shelf over the toilet.. they came ~this~ close to actually being in the toilet.
I guess that's it.. except for the few times they have actually escaped outside and scared me... That would be once for Rocky and twice for Zakk. As for houseplants around here.. forget it. Other than that they are perfect angels.
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