Allright, so here goes: I have two cats, a girl and a boy. The boy is a playful little troublemaker, to the point where he earned the name Mischief. He torments Mittens on an hourly basis, but she's bigger and generally does a good job of putting him in his place. I'm pretty sure he has borderline separation anxiety, he cries loudly pretty much every time I leave his line of sight. If I go to the bathroom and close the door he's pawing at the door frame and sticking his paws under the door trying to get in. I rent, and would like to get my deposit back when I move out, so I just leave the door cracked so he can come in and bother me while I'm shitting.

Here's the worst thing he's ever done: I was in the shower one time, and he was crying because he didn't see me. I poke my head out the curtain and say hi to him, then go back to bathing. Well, apparently I brushed against the shower curtain just enough to make it move around. I have no idea what's going on in that little cat brain of his, but he decides it's a good idea to try and climb the curtain. I catch him in the act and smack the curtain, only to have him climb the curtain even more. At this point he's in four wheel drive mode, with all claws out, poking a shit ton of holes in the curtain as he goes. Right around the time he's three quarters of the way up to the top the curtain rod decides that enough is enough and comes crashing down to the floor, scaring the shit out of both of us. He runs into the door, causing it to slam shut, trapping him inside the bathroom while I'm standing there stunned at this turn of events, the showers still on and water is going everywhere in my tiny bathroom. I reach down and pick up the curtain rod and try to re hang the damned thing so I can finish taking my shower. And what does the little fucker decide to do again? That's right, you guessed it, he climbed the damned curtain again. This time while I'm still trying to hang the rod. So I'm holding up 5 pounds of shower curtain and rod, with 10 pounds of black furry evil attached to it, and he's squirming and climbing while I'm trying to hold the damned thing up and tighten the little collar that holds it in place.

By the time it's all over and done with, I ended up with about 40 holes in the curtain and had to get a new one.