I no longer have nice things. Much as I love my boy, he's a crazy thug. Biggest thing he wrecked was a shoe cabinet by jumping on it and knocking it over. The way it fell twisted the drawers. He looked at me as if to say "stupid thing. Never liked it anyway".
I've not looked yet...and I'm not showing it to Toby as he's not a proper cat. Touch wood he's not knocked anything over or off, and has no interest in my numerous houseplants. He'll have to stay improper!!
But he will poo on the hall carpet...
One of my fur babies has just appeared in my lounge half an hour ago with a slice of pepperoni pizza in her mouth!! Christ knows where she’s got it from, but she’s just dived upstairs with it!