All right, for Christmas, my mother got my father a big bulletin board for his office (among other gifts), that included a dry erase board. VERY nice, as he could really use it-his office is a mess.
Except…now it needs replaced. She left it on their bed, and one of the cats pulled the plastic open and gouged out the cork on the board.
GRRRRR!!!
wow–this is the worst thing I’ve ever heard of. Why did you limit yourself to a simple pitting, when you should have used a shotgun , or maybe a small artillery piece, because it’s obvious what you should do:
Get rid of that damn office
If you didn’t have the office, you wouldn’t need the damn bulletin board.
Then you wouldn’t have to waste so much damn energy on writing such a fine pitting.
And , dammit, this is your last warning:–NEVER violate the most basic rule of these boards:
all kitty threads must include kitty pics.
squee!!!
Aren’t sheets of cork about as cheap as… something which is not very expensive? Seems to me repairing the board might be less expensive than replacing it.
This is reason #5,613 why we don’t let our cat in the house.
Got into the egg nog a little early? 
I know how you feel, Guinastasia, or rather how your parents feel. My kitten (he’s 8 months now so technically not so much a kitten anymore) is still hellbent on destruction. Leave a toilet paper roll out in the open, come home to find toilet paper shreds all over the house. Leave a package of chips unattended for five seconds, chip crumbs everywhere. One time, he pulled my brand new bras out of the shopping bag and proceeded to chew off all the straps. :mad: Now that I think about it, that kitten deserves nothing but lumps of coal of Christmas! :mad:
chappachula is right. White boards especially = extra stress. Like the first time you use the wrong kind of marker and you draw a naughty picture, or leave the boss a “special” message.
And the work-related words – looking at you, reminding you of things to do! Evil things, those boards.
The best/worst thing my Rick destroyed as a kitten was a silk lampshade on an antique lamp. Little dickens. They’re so cute.
I bought a nice large laminated wall map of the city a while back a few months after I’d gotten Pepper, and hung it up with that blue putty crap, so as not to leave holes in the walls. Well, I went out for a while one afternoon a few days later, and when I coem back I discovered that the putty had let go and the map was on the floor. Full of holes and the corners were all chewed up.
I couldn’t stay mad at her, though. And in the two-and-a-half years I’ve had her, that’s the worst things she’s ever done; she’s truly a well behaved cat.
Well, maybe the map fell on her and she was defending herself.
Hey, whose side are you on, anyway?
All’s I knows is if I was walking along, minding my own business and some map came outta nowhere and jumped on me, I’d give it what-for.
The most horrific thing a cat ever did to one of my possessions involved one of those miniature google-eyed puffball (a ball of fluff with plastic eyes and nose). The cats liked them because they could bat them around and the plastic eyes made rattling noises. I came home one day and found one had been shredded. Tracing a pink strand to find a plastic eyeball barely hanging on is an image that chills my blood even decades later.
I got the thing for free, but geeeez. :eek:
Sorry, sorry-forgot the rule!
Unfortunately, I don’t know which one was the guilty party, but it was either Noel, the short haired white one in the background, or Maggie, the little tabby kitten. Maggie was on the bed, and I wouldn’t put it past her, but Noel is one of those cats that just LOVES to lick and chew on plastic, so she might have gone overboard.
Hmmm. They all look guilty to me.
Hah. You have not known pet-related destruction until you’ve lived with a cat with a woolsucking compulsion. Bye-bye several nice shirts, multiple towels, the edges of blankets, horizontal blinds, intact book covers, and more wires than I can count. Just the other day I noticed she had chomped through a speaker wire. It’s a wonder I put up with her.
That darn cat!
I once encountered a cat named, appropriately enough, Loki. He lived at a pet supply store and had the run of the place. When I approached a high shelf he was sitting on, he mewed and looked like he wanted some ear scritches. But when I came within range, he jumped down onto my shoulder, then to the ground, and trotted off without a second thought.
By now you should know better than to come into a cat thread. “Your” cats aren’t pets, they’re just expendable rodent control tools.
If a pet can’t come indoors, it isn’t a pet, excluding perhaps horses, chickens, and the like.
Woke up this morning, rolled out of bed, stumbled into the living room, four steps later wondered, why is my foot wet?
How exactly did I step in a surprisingly large pile of cat vomit without noticing?
He and moi moved to Florida.
You are a sucker for a beautiful female. Man’s fate.
That is one good looking cat!
This fascinates me - I have noticed this usage before (“needs replaced”), but no one I know across Western Canada says this (we would say “needs to be replaced” or “needs replacing”). Is this a Pennsylvania thing?
Oh yeah - bad kitty. BAD. BAD.
