I have a cat, one that my dad found in a hole in our backyard as a very young kitten. I noticed how frikkin aggressive he was by how he would mangle the nipples on his milk bottles all the time. I figured this would pass quickly, since he was getting stready food and all, but it didn't. I thought it would pass as he got a bit older, but it didn't. I thought it would pass once we got him fixed, but it didn't. This guy is a menace and a half. I've had many cats in my life, yet never had one nearly as wild and hard-headed as he is. We named him Little Boots, because his markings look like he has little white boots on. Oh yeah, and also because his heartless tenacity and brutality reminded us of the Roman Emporer, Caligula.

Anyways, he's always messed with stuff. He'll steal bottle caps from your drinks like mad(he loves those things), and just about anything he can get his paws on. This is despite the fact that he has plenty of toys sitting around. Like I said, he always messed with stuff, but nothing really major. Well the other day I come downstairs and find a little figure laying on the carpet. I thought it might be one of my old Voltron action figures at first. Closer inspection revealed it to be Chihiro, from Spirited Away. A few years ago at Disney, I bought this little musical figurine thingy that had Chihiro and No-Face. I loved it, had to have it. I can't remember the price exactly, but it was either $60 or $80. The cat broke it. It also broke off No-Face's arms, which I still haven't been able to locate.

Fast forward to tonight. I come downstairs and notice one of those little boxes that usually holds a ring in the floor. But that wasn't it; I knew exactly what it was: my Sage pin. If you don't know, at the old Nsider forums, NOA's would select certain members who had proven themselves to be "community leaders" as Sages. You would get on official Sage certificate, a few doodads and trinkets, and a sweet little Triforce Sage pin. I'm pretty proud of that honour, and the Sage pin means a lot to me. Anyhoo, I pick up the box and my pin is gone. I looked all over and can't find the darn thing. 

Besides my video games, I have very few items that I truly cherish. Little Boots has destroyed one, and the other is MIA. They both have/had sentimental value to me. I think I named my cat perfectly.

obviously you have a different standard of accuracy, for it to be perfect, I would have had to name him "dead meat" :P

 just kidding. I love cats, but there is a point at which you need to lay down the law.

Believe me brother, I don't hesitate to lay down the law. Once he was old enough to know better, he started getting "big boy" whippings, rather than little love taps. I've never had a cat that misbehaved like this. I can't watch tv or movies when he's out, because he attacks my big, expensive LCD screen. I can't play games because he attacks the screen and the wire for the nunchuck controller. It's hard to even surf the net with him out, because he attacks my best pal doggie Sable(who happens to be the sweetest being I've ever met). If she is laying on the couch with me when I'm watching a movie, in other words so close to me that I can swat him if he attacks, then I can let him loose. But that only last a few minutes, because he goes for the screen.

It's sad because I'm such an animal lover. I don't know if his mother abandoned him, or if she was killed or died. I felt so bad for him, and I have a weakspot for animals that have nowhere to go or poor living conditions. Me hands were tied.

Perhaps I should just make him a small Atlasphere(like in American Gladiators) to roam around in. That way I could enjoy his company, he could be free to move around, and he wouldn't be climbing all over the place. The strange thing is he very rarely used to climb the entertainment center or my book case. It's been getting worse lately, but he knows better because he doesn't do it too often when I'm down here. Oh well, maybe it will pass when he gets old. :)

Have him declawed and muzzled

Avinash, neither would keep him from being able to climb my entertainment center or bookcase and knocking things off. Besides, I'd never have a cat declawed.

I've heard if you're against declawing, you can actually get plastic caps for their claws as an alternative. Of cours,e with how he is with bottlecaps, he might end up developing a nail biting habit...

I've never heard of the plastic cap thingy. Something I'll at least have to Google. Thanks.

I had to castrate my cat, he was too agresive, declawing is a must for cats living inside the house

My cat was declawed. People say that it's like cutting off a cat's fingers, but it never stopped my cat from climbing trees or killing anything smaller than her.

It's too bad that you've got such a problem kitty. I've known a couple bloodthirsty misanthrope cats, and there never seems to be anything that can be done about them.

Aye, this guy sure is a booger. But the issue really isn't his claws. When Sable is around, he's put in the bedroom or his cage. The thing that bugs me is that of the very few possessions that I value, two of them have been lost/broken. If he messes with my autographed Boba Fett picture... :)