Holy crap, I had trouble unlocking the door to my apartment when I got home tonight, and then walked in to this: [link]
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At first I thought my place had been broken into and ransacked, but as I looked around it became clear that valuables hadn't been touched and the havoc was confined to the living room. So apparently my cats threw some kind of unholy fit that included flinging a couch cushion heavier than the two of them put together to the floor and somehow unlocking the arm frame of my sofa.
How big are these cats, Matt?
Medium size, about 9 lbs. each. If there were a sizeable dog in the apartment I guess this wouldn't surprise me, but it looks like a human being went on an angry bender in there.
Good lord! Was one of those kittens exposed to gamma radiation at some point?
Holy crap, Matt, that's nuts! Glad it wasn't actually broken into, at least.
I think the attack cats would eat a burglar, by the sound of it.
Burglars would only need to fear picking Molly up, which is usually what it takes to turn her into a cartoon Tasmanian devil. They run and hide if anyone besides me enters the apartment, and Jackson only overcomes his fear if he hears his food dish being filled.
amych, I'm sorry.
Matt, I'm...not surprised. I've come home to serious mayhem. And been home for it. (Last week, Loki knocked a vase off a shelf I didn't know he could reach. And knocked over an armchair in his escape. At 5:30 am.) I need to see the mugshots of the culprits.
Still weirdly sore from the snow. I attended all of my meetings lying flat on the floor because that seemed to help. Though fumbling to unmute myself was annoying.
