Cat of Destruction

The Fluffle has chewed through another Mac power cord. This now puts the total cost of power cords destroyed by Tony-kitty at somewhere around $300, which is more than all his vet bills to date combined (I'm not sure if this equals the 1st place trophy for the Daytona Beach Bike Week Classic 60s vintage race that he destroyed by shoving it off the second floor landing at my parents house yet, though. I still feel horrible at the memory of seeing/hearing the irreplacible racing trophy going smash against the tile floor of the front hallway, then looking up to see this little wide-eyed cat face peering down over the edge of the landing in awe at the destruction he had wrought).

The Stevelet, on the other hand, has never destroyed anything beyond one $9 stoneware plate he knocked off the counter. He is remarkably well behaved in comparison. He was also so incredibly good at the vets this past weekend that I still can't believe it. He didn't scratch, didn't his, didn't struggle to get away, didn't huddle in fear or cry -- the only thing that bothered him was being carried around in the cat carrier, which made him nervous.