I have to keep some water in my tub, or my sweet faced Betty will do her business.

I shredded my brand new bed bit by bit and now most of the stuffing is gone. (Tornado kitty does not at all feel bad about it)

The wife smelt burnt hair coming out of her shower and Big Mac, was nowhere to be found. When he finally emerged, we noticed he singed the hair on his foot. He attempted to lick a pan with leftover bacon grease in it and must have put his foot too close to the stove-top’s pilot light flame. Luckily he was not injured but our sanity (and our frying pan) was thoroughly licked!