What is the most damage your cat has ever done to your home?

[Starfish]

Pumpkin is a fucker. He is widdling a few notches up on his death totem. If he wasn't so cute, I'd kill him.

Thursday, I brought home about 9 cactus starts of various species, because I decided to take one of my ten gallon aquariums and make a cactus farm. WELL. I worked on it for over an hour and a half, got done, put it in place, and pumpkin jumped into it and started digging in the sand. Well, so I yelled at him and he knew he was in trouble, so I let it go at that. Today I woke up to it being totally upheaved and the little fucker was sleeping all sound in a chair, looking like he had a fucking blast.


Yesterday, being that I am quite behind, I set up my germenation table in the basement, filled flats with soil mix, and sowed all my seeds, covered them in vermiculite, and watered them. I continued to set up the table (gaurded on three sides, and on the other side I put up a barrier made of plyboard so the bastards can't get in there and dig) and all seemed secure and fine.

THE LITTLE BASTARD MANAGED TO GET IN THERE AND DO IT ANYWAY!


He dug in my flat of red saliva (very expensive seed for how much you get), my pink yarrow, and CATNIP SEEDS. Like they smell or somthing? Which they don't. He just sucks.

Today, I now have to go to the lumber store and by a taller peice of plyboard.

This is not to mention that he and another cat have ruined the carpet in the front sitting room and dining room and I now have to refloor with linolium so they can't ruin it. I hate this shit.

But I love them. What is a animal lover to do? I just want the garden to be nice.

 

[glamorilla]

hee hee hee...cats are so cool.

Its hairball season so every few hours Miss Jam lets loose a spray hat hits everything in its path...makes me crazy...

 

[Silverlily]

Several cars have had the paint scratched by rear claws (the cats aren't allowed outside, but they do get into the garage) and one rather rare car seat had been damaged.

All of our male cats owe me their lives.

 

[riff]

I need to get 2 cats so I can have a cat and another cat to keep it company when I am at work.

 

[Guest]

My lil Mister Kitty punished me via my plants. Once, when I left for a few days, I came home to my ficus tree on the floor. He dug out all of the soil and took a poop in it.

I was told there's a vinegar and water mixture that can be applied to indoor furniture and rugs to deter the buggers.
But I don't wanna smell like pickles.

Sorry, fishie.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Fishie, get rid of the cat and get a dog.

Habitual horticulturists do not get along well with the feline kingdom because felines believe that all loose soil belongs to them.

I had a kitty who learned how to open the lid to my aquarium and during a fishing expedition fell in. It got so scared it peed and pooped and killed all my fish.

Muffie loves her puppies.

 

[sabbathstorm]

My little demon is long haired and prone to furballs. Needless to say, I've been doing a lot of picking up lately. My partner locked him in the bedroom by accident once and the cat ended up using his fresh clothes for a litter basket. Definitely not the cat's fault there.

He did damage a nice leather rocker-recliner we had with his claws. He also sprayed it (a week before his appointment) and we had to get rid of it.

 

[roxie]

I think the worst thing my cats ever did was one time, Monkeybutt (long story on the name) climbed up on the stove and urinated on one of the burners....we discovered it the next day. I was NOT impressed. Of course, Smokie, just loves to use the floor of my closet for her dumping ground, hence these two and two others yesterday went to their new home. I am down by 4 cats! YAAY! I love 'em I really do, but I hit the end of my rope when Thursday I watched Ruby D. pee in the dirty clothes hamper. My problem is I have too many litter boxes and they are always clean but yet those 4 would not use them...they did when I first got them! But then they refused to...

 

[Bob Peale]

The cat?

You mean that adorable tabby colored throw pillow over there?

 

[Cheyenne]

The worst thing my cats have ever done would be break a few things. I don't "cat proof" my house so there are crystal pieces, glass, etc. around. Sometimes they get a little feisty chasing each other and stuff goes flying. Anything too expensive isn't really in their reach for the most part. But a few smaller pieces have ended in pieces.

I love my cats more than the things they break, so they are both still with me and still enjoying their spoiled lives.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

Have--or had--a big artist's drawing/drafting table next to a big picture window. Kitty jumps on drafting table, tipping it over. Drafting table crashes into picture window.

She must love the sound of breaking glass. Every time I put a vase out or even set a glass on the table, she hops up and knocks it off.

 

[bored1]

In another life I had a cat. He pissed on my couch. That was the end of my relationships with cats

 

[Rodney King]

I don't know about damage to my house, but.....

don't ever be holding your cat in your arms when you start up your 12 amp vacuum cleaner!!!!!!


She ran up my chest, over my shoulder and down my back. All in the span of 5 nanoseconds.....

And believe me, she has good traction!!

 

[Bob Peale]

Re: I don't know about damage to my house, but.....

don't ever be holding your cat in your arms when you start up your 12 amp vacuum cleaner!!!!!!


She ran up my chest, over my shoulder and down my back. All in the span of 5 nanoseconds.....

umm...ouch

 

[Starfish]

Yes Rodney. That falls into the same catagory of filling the sink before trying to get the runny shit off a fluffy cats ass, instead of holding them on your shoulder as you run the faucet.

 

[roxie]

Reminds me of the time that my oldest cat, Ginger, got up onto a stand in my parents house and my mother in her infinite wisdom had a oil lamp that she kept filled up there, I came home to find Ginger rolling around in it, have a panic attack, call the vet who tells me I must wash it off her as soon as possible. I had never had to give a cat a bath before. I thought, well she likes to sit on the edge of the tub and bat at me when I'm taking a bath, maybe she'll be okay...NOPE! I had to literally peel her off the cupboard above the sink, I had no clue she had that many claws...she wasn't thrilled to say the least...and since then, she doesn't jump on the side of the tub, she just sits on the floor and howls...but I still have scars from that episode

 

[Aphrodisiac]

We had cats but they live outside ... but they would come in the house when we would feed them because we had a dog who did not let them eat...

Anyways one time we noticed that Rufus had killed a mouse. She was simply playing around with it but the mouse was dead... well when the cats came into the kitchen to eat ... we noticed she just ran past us ... then she came back and began to eat with the others.

We did not think nothing of this - of course as days go by we started noticing a foul smell coming from my sister's room. She was on vacation - so my mom & I went in there and my mom cleaned & did the laundry she had out. The smell only got worse, we finally concluded it was coming from the closet, after going thru all the clothes & boxes we came upon the dead rotting mouse !!!!!!

Damn cat - my mom called a cleaning company & they steamed the rugs & what not in my sister's room. We never told me sister about the " dead mouse" incident - she would have been freaked !

 

[Darowyn]

My cat Windle was annoyed with me about something and peed on my music keyboard. By the time I found out the circuit board was corroded to hell.
I've got a better keyboard now, but Windle is still my cat.
She still beleives that I'm her mother- wrong species, wrong gender- but she's only a cat!

 

[ksmybuttons]

The Bitch was a feisty black cat. She did many things, but the times she brought live birds into the house were always the most fun. There would be feathers pasted to the walls from where the bird hit and poop and pee all over. Catching the birds and taking them outside to die was always a joy, too. She met her demise while sleeping behind a car tire at the age of 16. Luckily it wasn't me driving.

 

[Mrs_Jeep25]

Well I am alergic to my cat but I cant seem to get rid of her!!
She has succeded in shreding one corner of our couch!!
Yeah she almost got the boot for that one. And when she is mad at me she digs through a laundry basket and pees on MY clothes! Wouldnt be ahlf as bad if they were dirty clothes but no she has to find the clean one that I havent put away yet!!!
But I love her too much to get rid of her!

 

[Guest]

The worst thing either of my cats ever did was when we let one try to rebuild one of the Brick flower boxes out front - totally fucked it up. Poor masonry work.

 

[WhiteRose]

While I love and adore dogs, I couldn't imagine my life without cats.

Two of my cats were chasing each other and ran across the phone, knocking the receiver off the base. I wasn't really paying attention, and didn't notice for a few minutes before replacing the receiver. Another minute later, the phone rings, and it's the 911 operator asking if I had an emergency. I was puzzled, and she asked if there were anyone else in the house who could have called (I was alone), and apparently when the cats ran across the phone, they dialed 911 for me. How helpful She just laughed and said she had cats too and understood.

Once when I was about 12, my mom told me to give my cat a bath, but knowing how she hated them, I decided that since I had to take a shower too, I'd wash her at the same time and shut us both into the shower and closed the shower doors and turned on the water. Oww

Then I had a kitten we had just gotten who was being taken care of by a neighbor while we were camping for the weekend, and they let her out in the backyard on the day we were expected back, but it started raining and she crawled into the only hole she could find to get dry...the outpipe from the dryer. We were SO lucky to track her down by her crying, and my dad had to take the pipe apart to get her out. Poor thing was covered in lint. We always took her camping with us after that.

And then we come to the little darling I have now. When I got her, we were living in a house that had an electrical outlet on the floor (was under my coffee table next to a wooden railing that separated the living room from the dining room). I came home from work one day and had no electricity in half the house and went outside to check the fusebox. Flipped the switch and heard a muffled "boom", ran back inside and couldn't see any smoke, so I did what I always do...call Daddy (long-distance or not, he's always the first one I call), and asked him what I should do. He suggested calling the fire department NON-emergency line for advice and possibly the electric company. So I did. Told the dispatcher THREE TIMES during the call that it was NOT an emergency and I just wanted to know what to do and what to look for. She listened to what had happened then mentioned that the fire engine should be at my house in about 2 mins...and I panicked, told her again that it was no emergency, she said they had to send a truck out anyway, suggested I get the pets outside and we hung up the phone. And I ran around like crazy because when I came home from work, I'd taken all my clothes off and was butt naked (had thrown a robe on to run out to the backyard but had taken it off again). So I gather up 4 cats and throw them in the backseat NOT in cages and figured I'd get the two dogs in the backyard away from the house after I moved the car out of the garage, but as soon as I pulled out to the street...TWO fire engines and the fire marshall's truck come roaring toward my house, sirens blaring and lights flashing (it had just gotten dark, so it was quite colorful!) and I saw neighbors I hadn't seen since I moved into the house 2 years before...

Two engines full of gorgeous hunks standing around my house in their *purrs* firefighter uniforms all wondering what the fuss was since there was no smoke...which I'd TOLD the lady...and they start searching around, on climbed down into the crawlspace and it turned out my damn cat had PEED in the outlet. We still don't know how she didn't get fried. I was concerned I'd get charged for it being a whatdoyoucallit not a real emergency, but the fire marshall was really nice and said it was okay, all the calls were taped and they'd know I'd told her it wasn't an emergency. Then I had to go out and get the cats and face my neighbors who I'd never met, and who were all afraid for their own houses...and tell them my cat had peed in the outlet.

(edit: Oh, and that "boom" I heard when I flipped the circuit breaker back on was a flame shooting out of the outlet and scorching the bottom of my coffee table)

 

[navarre]

A while back I was in a relationship with a young lady.
I had 2 cats that would sleep in bed with me.
My GF would come over and spend most weekends with me.
She was of the opinion that cats did not belong in the bed and she made this VERY clear to both cats.
She would bring her clothes and stuff over in a gym bag, unpack the gym bag and put the clothes etc. on the floor next to the bed.
When we went to bed, she would undress and put her clothes on top of the clothes from her gym bag.
Well.....my cat Sport objected to not being allowed in the bed so during the night he would get on top of her clothes and pee, soaking everything. This was not discovered until the next morning when she went to get dressed. Needless to say it did not do much for the relationship. She did however learn not to put her clothes on the floor.

 

[WhiteRose]

I had a male cat that objected to me being gone for more than 2 nights at a time. Whenever I'd go camping, generally for a long weekend, three nights, he'd poop in the middle of my bed just to let me know that was not appreciated. Those were the ONLY times he ever messed outside the litter box, so it was very clear he meant it.

 

[Ishmael]

Pumpkin is a fucker. He is widdling a few notches up on his death totem. If he wasn't so cute, I'd kill him.

Thursday, I brought home about 9 cactus starts of various species, because I decided to take one of my ten gallon aquariums and make a cactus farm. WELL. I worked on it for over an hour and a half, got done, put it in place, and pumpkin jumped into it and started digging in the sand. Well, so I yelled at him and he knew he was in trouble, so I let it go at that. Today I woke up to it being totally upheaved and the little fucker was sleeping all sound in a chair, looking like he had a fucking blast.


Yesterday, being that I am quite behind, I set up my germenation table in the basement, filled flats with soil mix, and sowed all my seeds, covered them in vermiculite, and watered them. I continued to set up the table (gaurded on three sides, and on the other side I put up a barrier made of plyboard so the bastards can't get in there and dig) and all seemed secure and fine.

THE LITTLE BASTARD MANAGED TO GET IN THERE AND DO IT ANYWAY!


He dug in my flat of red saliva (very expensive seed for how much you get), my pink yarrow, and CATNIP SEEDS. Like they smell or somthing? Which they don't. He just sucks.

Today, I now have to go to the lumber store and by a taller peice of plyboard.

This is not to mention that he and another cat have ruined the carpet in the front sitting room and dining room and I now have to refloor with linolium so they can't ruin it. I hate this shit.

But I love them. What is a animal lover to do? I just want the garden to be nice.

I have two cats. Each with their own personality etc. But the oldest? Well, forget the carpets, they're history. Furniture? I've salvaged that with covers. Is it his claws. Why no, it isn't.

From the time he was a kitten he has had this compulsive fear of his food dish being empty. He gets overwrought and pukes. Fill up the bowl and he's fine. When it gets close to empty, look out.

He's older now and the results of the compulsive need for food are showing. He looks like a cartoon 'balloon' cat with tooth picks for legs. If I put him on a diet, he pukes everywhere. If I don't, he's going to go into cardiac arrest from overweight. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

Ishmael