Okay so. I've mentioned that Franklin is destructive little beast, but those claims are meaningless without some photographic evidence. The first photograph to the left shows the hook and eye that Al had to install on our refrigerator door in Binghamton because our cat could pull the refrigerator open. On some occassions, unfortunately not documented, he even pulled food OUT of the fridge. Not cat food, mind you. One can't blame this on his instincts or hunger. He'd pull out bags of onions. Leftovers stored in plastic tubs. He was even able to get the crisper open.
Now, to be fair---the refrigerator door seals WERE faulty, so opening the fridge wasn't as hard for him as it might have been. But the fact is that he sought to do it BECAUSE HE KNEW HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO. He would literally stare at you, meow, and then pull it open, and then walk away. A few times, when we'd forget to lock the fridge during a weekend away, we experienced quite a bit of spoilage. Just another drop in the bucket when it comes to supporting and tolerating my massive pet.
An aquamarine representation of Iraq? Modern art? No, it's Franklin's way of celebrating after he laid filth in his litter box. Seriously, every time he shit in the Binghamton house he CLAWED AND SCRAPED AT THE WALL when he was done, and this was the result.The worse is when he'd crap outside the box...dirty, clean, it didn't matter...and then claw the wall. It sounded exactly like nails on a chalkboard. At the new apartment he does not do this. I will never understand.
The last photo shows Franklin's most recent masterpiece. It took me hours to get all of the dirt cleaned up, and people, this is what I woke up to. It was (of course) a Monday. Franklin's good at preying on the weekend-weary. I'm not sure if he was trying to eat my plant or mount it. Judging from his penchants, it could have been either.
The photos do go on, as to the stories. The shredded carpets. The broken mini-blinds. The chunks taken out of doors. The modem that he drowned. I'd enlighten you all with all of that, but I have to go stop him from trying to escape out the second story window. I wish I were kidding. I'm not.
Shadow's litterbox is covered by a cardboard box with a cut out door. Not to dull down Franklin's path of descrution, but she scrapes at the wall of the cardboard box all the time. Maybe the pan was too close to the wall?
ReplyDeleteI can't have ANY type of plant or flowers in my apartment because my two evil monsters would shred it to pieces! Doesn't matter how high up I put it, they always find a way to get a hold of it!
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Innocentsheep, I'd say the theory was likely if the behavior was true in other apartments, since his box has always been hugging the wall. I think there was something about THAT particular apartment, because that behavior exploded while he was there. Now that I think of it, maybe it was the openness of the space, since it was definitely the place where his box was the least private...
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