Wow...
Here's the story as new_man told me.
Yesterday Albert had an appointment with the groomer. When he goes out, he wears his fashionable red harness, which he doesn't love. new_man put him in the harness a little early, to get him used to the idea and left him on the chaise in the library. new_man then went upstairs to get dressed.
10 minutes later, he heard such a noise that he thought someone had broken into the house and was vandalizing it with a baseball bat. Racing downstairs, he saw a furry white butt disappearing down the stairs at top speed.
He sent me a video of the destruction he found: One of the window shades, partially pulled from the header and hanging askew, was full of little tears. The wastebasket was completely shattered, with little bits of basket shrapnel everywhere. I think he found one of the skulls from the coffee table across the room.
You all who have met Albert know he's a very laid-back cat. He rarely jumps up on furniture, doesn't climb much higher than the second level of his cat tree, and hardly ever runs (unless there is dinner or a red dot involved). In other words, lazy. And yet, the evidence shows that he appears to have tried to scale the window, fell, and landed on the wastebasket, ending its venerable career. We're completely baffled as to why.
Only Albert knows the truth and he ain't talking.
Yesterday Albert had an appointment with the groomer. When he goes out, he wears his fashionable red harness, which he doesn't love. new_man put him in the harness a little early, to get him used to the idea and left him on the chaise in the library. new_man then went upstairs to get dressed.
10 minutes later, he heard such a noise that he thought someone had broken into the house and was vandalizing it with a baseball bat. Racing downstairs, he saw a furry white butt disappearing down the stairs at top speed.
He sent me a video of the destruction he found: One of the window shades, partially pulled from the header and hanging askew, was full of little tears. The wastebasket was completely shattered, with little bits of basket shrapnel everywhere. I think he found one of the skulls from the coffee table across the room.
You all who have met Albert know he's a very laid-back cat. He rarely jumps up on furniture, doesn't climb much higher than the second level of his cat tree, and hardly ever runs (unless there is dinner or a red dot involved). In other words, lazy. And yet, the evidence shows that he appears to have tried to scale the window, fell, and landed on the wastebasket, ending its venerable career. We're completely baffled as to why.
Only Albert knows the truth and he ain't talking.