Seems exactly right. I have a cat who gets a wild hair every so often to knock everything off of my desk, and the other cats managed to throw my laptop on the floor last night.
Bengals are worst. I took my friend a kitten, and that kitten (Angus) immediately jumped up and strolled along a high shelf, knocking off each in turn of a valuable collection of hand-painted plates featuring native American chiefs. My friend was almost juggling, catching each plate. He still adores that cat.
Angus also attacked a nasty man from the Council. Ambushed him when he went for a pee, waited crouched in bathroom sink! Man never came back. My Bengal’s called Salem. I don’t have a cup with a handle, or an uncracked plate. Why do we do it?
A few years ago a friend who was an avid chess player had five or six beautiful sets set up on shelves in his den. He told me he was thinking of getting a cat. I supported the idea but told him we first had to have a little talk. One glass-front display cabinet and one mustachioed tuxedo kitteh later, everyone was happy.
Ophelia Benson is a columnist for Free Inquiry and the co-author of The Dictionary of Fashionable Nonsense, Why Truth Matters, and Does God Hate Women?
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Rodney Nelson
November 18, 2012 at 5:32 pm (UTC -7) Link to this comment
I had a cat like that. I once watched her muscle my favorite tea mug off the bookshelf she wanted to lie on. Naturally the mug broke.
Ophelia Benson
November 18, 2012 at 5:47 pm (UTC -7) Link to this comment
All cats are like that.
Improbable Joe
November 18, 2012 at 7:10 pm (UTC -7) Link to this comment
Seems exactly right. I have a cat who gets a wild hair every so often to knock everything off of my desk, and the other cats managed to throw my laptop on the floor last night.
xmaseveeve
November 18, 2012 at 9:11 pm (UTC -7) Link to this comment
Bengals are worst. I took my friend a kitten, and that kitten (Angus) immediately jumped up and strolled along a high shelf, knocking off each in turn of a valuable collection of hand-painted plates featuring native American chiefs. My friend was almost juggling, catching each plate. He still adores that cat.
Angus also attacked a nasty man from the Council. Ambushed him when he went for a pee, waited crouched in bathroom sink! Man never came back. My Bengal’s called Salem. I don’t have a cup with a handle, or an uncracked plate. Why do we do it?
F
November 18, 2012 at 11:03 pm (UTC -7) Link to this comment
Cats: Everything is in their way, they are in everyone’s way. It all balances out. </cat math>
dgrasett
November 19, 2012 at 12:04 am (UTC -7) Link to this comment
You can have a cat, or you can have fancy plates. Pick one. By the way, the cat can be cuddled.
Didaktylos
November 19, 2012 at 5:13 am (UTC -7) Link to this comment
@#6: if it wants to be – and when it wants to be it had better be cuddled …
Marlon
November 19, 2012 at 12:34 pm (UTC -7) Link to this comment
A few years ago a friend who was an avid chess player had five or six beautiful sets set up on shelves in his den. He told me he was thinking of getting a cat. I supported the idea but told him we first had to have a little talk. One glass-front display cabinet and one mustachioed tuxedo kitteh later, everyone was happy.
Richard Smith
November 19, 2012 at 9:54 pm (UTC -7) Link to this comment
Rule of cat toys:
Everything on the floor is a cat toy.
Corollary of rule of cat toys:
Everything can be knocked onto the floor.
Clarification:
Any horizontal surface constitutes “the floor.”
Sili
November 24, 2012 at 3:46 pm (UTC -7) Link to this comment
And then they throw up on the carpet.
http://mediumlarge.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/excerpts-from-i-could-pee-on-this-and-other-poems-by-cats/