The entries are in, the time for voting has begun. Consider the following entries then vote for choice of the naughtiest pet by leaving a comment. Here are your choices:
Clara & Skittles ~ Kitty Loves Catnip
Most cats love toys filled with catnip and Skittles was no exception. He was so crazy for catnip that I had to try hiding it so he wouldn’t get into it. I wasn’t too bright back then because I didn’t put it inside a cupboard. Instead it went, still in its package, into a plastic Cool Whip tub on top of the refrigerator. I thought he couldn’t get up there.
I came home one evening to find the plastic tub on the kitchen floor with the top off. The catnip package had been torn apart and there was catnip EVERYWHERE. Poor Skittles was so drunk he couldn’t walk. He was laying on his side, pressing his face into the catnip, and using his hind feet to push himself across the floor through the catnip. I tried to scold him, I really did. But it’s hard when you can’t stop laughing. I picked him up and he was like a wet noodle. I set him on his feet. He staggered a little bit, flopped over and started pushing himself through the catnip again. He wasn’t exactly happy with me for vacuuming it all up. It took him a couple of days to fully recover from his binge.
But it wasn’t a one time event. Apparently some catnip was hiding way back under the stove and I had missed it. Every once in awhile after that, I would come into the kitchen to find Skittles on the floor reaching as far under the stove as he could. He’d get out a single flake of catnip and push it around with his nose. I think he was hoping to get that same effect but, poor boy, his mommy never bought him catnip again.
For fifteen years my nerves were pretty much kept on edge by my companion, Spot. Spot would best be described as “mutt” though his vet graciously put him in the records as “shepherd mix.” What kept me on edge was the dog’s super-protective attitude with regard to his humans and their property. He would bite.
Sunday dinner was a big deal at our house back then, and early one Sunday morning, Ellie prepared a Boston cream pie in two beautiful layers and left it on the counter when we went off to church. Upon our arrival home, we discovered in the kitchen and still sitting on the counter a one-layer cake, the filling still intact but the top layer completely gone. The dog did not want to come into the kitchen when he was called!
Sharkbytes & Bonnie ~ The Case of the Disappearing Cookies
We had two dogs, Jeremiah and Bonnie. Jeremiah was something of a mini-collie and Bonnie was a black & tan coon hound / beagle mix. This was pre-kids and we took them with us most places that we went. At hubby’s parents, his mom had made a batch of chocolate chip cookies. While we were in another room one or both of them got on the table and ate all the cookies! This was before the days when everyone thought dogs would die from eating chocolate (This anecdote and a couple of other experiences assures me that death is not an inevitable outcome), so we tried to punish them both… and live without the cookies. A few hours later we had no trouble identifying the culprit. Bonnie was lying on the couch on her back. Her lovely soft tan tummy was so distended and tight she looked like a balloon and she moaned and groaned till she had slept off the effects of her chocolate chip binge. We didn’t have the heart to punish her further- she had gotten all the grief that she deserved!
Ida & Buddy Bird ~ Poop on Pop
Many years ago we got custody of a budgie when husband’s cousin and his wife got a divorce. Buddy Bird was a good bird, and we occasionally let him out of the cage to fly around the house. He seldom messed anything up, and would return to his cage after stretching his wings for a few minutes. On one such occasion, when we let Buddy out to fly around, my Mom and Dad were visiting. Buddy Boy made his usual flight around the living room, landed on Dad’s head and proceeded to poop. He then flew back into his cage. My dad, being the great guy he is, just laughed and said, “It’s okay, everyone else does.” Needless to say, we didn’t let the bird out again until after they left.
Meghan & Flame and Smoke ~ Horned Goats Eat Notice – Boys Run
A few years ago, we adopted two adult male goats named Flame and Smoke from a friend of a friend. (http://beaconbayfarm.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-theres-smoke.html) They were a couple of years old and still had their horns. Long horns. They could be a bit feisty and would sometimes hook you with their horns and liked to escape but were otherwise entertaining to have around.
We can see our barn from inside our house but it is several hundred feet away. One day, during spring break, I could see someone down at the barn feeding the goats. I went out on the deck and hollered down a hello. That sent four kids scattering out of the pasture and racing away on their bikes.
We didn’t mind the kids wanting to see the goats but wanted to supervise the interaction in case the goat boys decided to be naughty. I printed up a sign that told a little about the goats and invited visitors to come up to the house first if they wanted to pet or feed the goats. I put the sign in a sheet protector and hung it on the fence with zip ties. Pleased with myself I went back up to the house to await goat visitors.
I went down to the barn the next day to find only the zip ties on the fence. The goats had eaten the sign and the sheet protector! They knew they’d get more treats and get away with more naughtiness if I wasn’t there to supervise.
I never did see the kids again.
Dawn & Bella ~ Cat Loves to Chew
Bella is not the naughtiest pet on the planet but she sure is the naughtiest cat I’ve ever owned. In the short time she’s come to live with me, Bella has torn up countless rolls of toilet paper, paper towels, two plants and destroyed three sets of curtains. (She likes to climb them).
But her favorite pastime is chewing. She chews the wood on my kitchen chair much like a beaver would. She has chewed the rubber off every doorstop until they pop off. I also have to hide plastic bags because she is very attracted to the taste.
And last but not least, she spent an entire night up chewing the cords off my DVD player. This totally freaked me out because had she chosen an electrical cord she could have been seriously injured or worse.
As much as I love Bella, I think she definitely qualifies as a naughty girl!
Vote Now!
Leave a comment to vote for:
1. Clara & Skittles ~ Kitty Loves Catnip
2. Vanilla & Spot ~ Cake Hound
3. Sharkbytes & Bonnie ~ The Case of the Disappearing Cookies
4. Ida & Buddy Bird ~ Poop on Pop
5. Meghan & Flame and Smoke ~ Horned Goats Eat Notice Boys Run
6. Dawn & Bella ~ Cat Loves to Chew
Those are your choices you have until Monday at 4 PM Eastern Time to file your comment and cast your vote for your choice. Who has the naughtiest pet? They all want your vote, you can only choose one.
I really need to know why you winterized/shrinkwrapped King Tut’s tomb? Everyone can still easily see his facial features under the plastic, next time try to at least challenge us!
My first thought was a cabbage leaf, but it could also be part of a flower.
So, my first thought was
KLINGONS!!!!! Then I thought it looked like an elephant.
Then I thought maybe some sort of embellished jacket.
But it’s probably something totally common like a cat or a plunger or something.
I think it is some portion of a raw plucked chicken, perhaps the side of the breast looking toward the leg, but perhaps I won’t have to commit myself to the exact GPS of chicken world.
Close up of the first plant of spring poking it’s way through the ground. I’d guess a leaf of a flower like those purple ones. I don’t know flower names.
April 20, 2009 1:33 PM
It almost looks like a bear print… on something.
Or some kind of seed pod?
I know you are nowhere near the beach, but I would go with a really close-up view of a dead horseshoe crab lying on a warm sunny beach somewhere tropical instead of here, where the weather is cold and stinky and possibly snowy again tonight.