Well, you gotta love your pets in spite of them doing things like that. They don't know any better.
Case in point. When I was in high school, I was into board gaming big time. A game I always wanted, called The Longest Day, I eventually acquired -for almost $100. Now keep in mind that was a hell of a lot more money in 1982 than it is today, and I was working for $3.35/hour sacking groceries.
So, this game is so huge, I set it up on the floor of my bedroom, and it takes up half my floor. I carefully set up the pieces, well over a 1500 - this was the most detailed game I had ever bought or seen. I go downstairs to call my friends over so I can play the Allies and blow the hell out of them.
(can anyone guess where this is going??)
So, I get sidetracked on the phone. I eventually head back upstairs to my bedroom eagerly anticipating finally getting to play this game. Lo and behold, Morris, our cat, has decided that little game pieces are close enough for him to take a dump on the game. A nice, loose one at that. Then he hacked up a few furballs. To add insult to injury, he scraped up 500-1000 of those game pieces to cover up his mess.
Good thing he managed to hide, because at 17 I was pretty immature and my mom would have put me in a home if I killed her cat.
So, I've had a few things similar to this happen since then, but I always refrain from doing any more than a light swat to the butt and saying NO sternly. Any more would be overkill, and would just confuse and frighten them for no good reason.
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