In a previous blogpost we talked about #Unfug, but this Guest blogpost from Alex is hilarious.
It is again about George, he is a real master of destruction (and i like him;)
In previous guest blogs, I’ve talked about George’s rescue, his adoption by my father, and how he came to live with me. This post will talk about how George breaks things. Like, constantly.
George had a five-week transition from living with my dad to living with Molly and me. Dad stayed so George would think by the end that he was already “home.” That strategy worked.
The very first day he lived here, my dad and I were sitting in the living room and I heard a crash from the kitchen. I hurried in and found my coffee mug had been knocked to the floor and shattered. It did not escape me that the saying on the mug was “When I Die The Dog Gets Everything.” Back then I wasn’t used to taking pictures of his damage so I can’t prove it but I recently posted a photo of two mugs: one said Meow and the newly-broken one said Woof. They were exactly the same size and shape. What that showed me with the first mug he broke and that one is that not only is George destructive, he can read as well. (MOL).
End of dog Mug
Later that day, he knocked a glass to the floor from beside the sink. “I told you not to leave anything out where he can get it,” said Dad. “No you didn’t tell me that,” I replied. “Well, don’t leave anything around where he can get it.” Hmmm, Dad, what are you keeping from me?
I asked how many things of HIS George had broken before he moved here and on to my younger sister’s five weeks later. “Nothing. He didn’t break anything.” So dad, I said “Why are you telling me not to leave anything out where he can get it, then?” His eyes shifted from me to George and back to me. “He never did this at my place. It seemed like common sense to tell you that.”
George planning #unfug
Not many weeks later, I called Dad to tell him George had broken the lamp in his room here. “What on earth? He never did that sort of thing when I had him.” I called BS on dad, because in the same period of time, I’d lost pretty much every drinking glass and a couple of small vases. “He didn’t just START breaking things when he came here!” I said. “Well, I don’t know what he’s doing,” Dad lied.
Here’s George’s tally as of June 6 (yes, I am aware that’s also the anniversary of D-Day).
1. One laptop. He jumped at me from behind, his feet landing on the oversized monitor. It snapped back and broke the power socket. It’s still not fixed.
2. Four lamps. On the second lamp-busting I was able to photograph it while it was happening. Or, at least, the planning session. Yes, George strategizes. He looks something over, up and down, side to side, and goes away and thinks about it. Because I was there, he waited until the next day to break it. For confirmation of this, ask @Smiglilley, to whom I sent the photos as I took them. The next lamp was the replacement lamp in my dad’s room. The third was in my bedroom, and it’s still not working. The first was a small decorative lamp WAY UP HIGH.
RIP lamp 1
3. One tablet, and three glass screens on tablets. He accomplishes this by coming out of nowhere while I’m sitting with the tablet, and head-bumping it from my hand onto the hardwood floors. My whole house except the bathroom is hardwood. The bathroom is ceramic, so don’t suggest I only use the tablet in there. When he broke the first tablet and I replaced it, I got the insurance that gives me two free glass screen replacements. It needs it already but I also got the screen protector so at least glass chips aren’t cutting my finger tips. I will wait until November (2-year warranty) if I can, then the following October for the second replacement screen, because yes, it will happen again.
4. Unless it’s behind cabinet doors, George has broken all of my glassware and a few mugs. The glassware has been replaced by plastic. I got pictures of him trying to break the tumbler at the bathroom sink, knocking it down, realizing it didn’t break, and whirling on me to confront my unmitigated fall to exchanging it with plastic.
RIP lamp 2
5. Two cat food bowls and one dog food bowl. I feed George higher up so the dog doesn’t eat his food, due to George grazing on his kibble all day long. One day I heard a crash, and came out to find he’d knocked his food dish off the counter. I replaced it with a very heavy ceramic one I thought he couldn’t wreck. The crash of THAT kibble bowl made it land on the dog’s bowl below, and both were shattered.
6. Various and sundry toiletries in the bathroom somehow end up out of my great-grandmother’s coal scuttle or a toiletries bowl I have, knocked onto the floor.
damn .. didn´t break
7. Molly’s bottle of Cod Liver Oil capsules. She gets two capsules a day to keep her skin and fur smooth because she has normally dry skin. It was a PLASTIC bottle. He knocked it off the table and the plastic lid snapped off, spilling fish oil capsules everywhere, By the time I’d picked them up, Molly had eaten maybe 1/2 of a new bottle of 100. My house was NOT a pleasant smelling place for two days afterwards. Have you ever smelled fish oil farts from a dog?
I’ll leave it at that, but you get the picture. His absolute greatest joy is breaking things. The noisier the better and he sits waiting for me to come see his handiwork. While the greatest expenses have been lamps and electronics, George doesn’t care what it costs. If a $1 glass makes as much noise as a $200 tablet, he’s happy.
I am sure that George is “acting out.” I am also sure he broke things at my dad’s place even though dad won’t admit it. This didn’t just start here. I suspect this may have something to do with George’s front claws being removed at his abusive previous home setting. So if he can’t shred any longer, he can at least maneuver and knock things over, and make things crash.
I’d love some feedback on why you think George does such things, and whether I’ll ever be able to drink from a goblet made of glass again.
well done George .. we love you 😉
UPDATE: The day before I wrote this post, George had tipped a lampshade to where it rested on the lightbulb, and it burned a hole. I guess the lamp was ruined for him then, because last night, June 11, he added that lamp to his score card and it landed on the floor, shattering.
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Well that was George ..
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In this blog pipeline:
Some words about our blog team .. the start of a series about cat photography, more about our animal shelter cats and more guest posts ( Hint ( MightyMo, TribeOfMa, …?)
Have a mice day