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I had a lot of cleaning to do today, and I wasn't able to watch my kitten constantly, and as she still likes to get behind TVs and chew on wires, I needed to put her somewhere so I could take time to do what I needed to do.

Many times already I've put my kitten in the bathroom and closed the door. She enjoys resting on the soft fuzzy toilet lid, and her litter box is within reach. I refill her food and water bowls, set them in the bathroom, and let her rest a bit by herself while I work.

Today, I had done the same, but it turned out horribly wrong.

After I had done some cleaning, I decided to check on her. When I get the bathroom door cracked open a bit, she's meowing up a storm (which is unusual for her; she almost never meows unless she's hurt). I survey the bathroom and see litter scattered everywhere. Some clumps of litter and waste were smeared on the floor and the lower section of walls. She herself had some smeared on her fur, and a bit stuck on the underside of her tail.

I went in the bathroom and closed the door. I took a baby wet-wipe and tried to ease the mess off of her. The bit of smearing cleaned up. The clumps under her tail were rooted there. She really hated me reaching anywhere near her butt, so she was wriggling like a mad worm. I left her there for the time being and asked my mother for some help on cleaning under her tail. The baby wipe didn't work for her either, so we brought the cat downstairs to the main bathroom to cut the little bit of fur that it was clinging to. I held her paws to prevent any casualties, and she got cleaned up nice.

Right after her paws are let go, she goes running. She sees dinner on the table. In one swoop, she pounces on my father's lap, and then onto his dinner plate. Before her back paws hit the dinner plate, my father was reaching for her, and managed to fling her back paws upwards, causing my kitten to tumble over and land her paws in the bowl of pasta sauce.

At this point, my father having some serious anger issues that he has yet to resolve, I take my kitten and run back to my room before my father decides to cause harm to her. (Unfortunately, I have no doubt in my mind that he would do something like that.)

I clean her up (once again), and put her in the kennel, and finish cleaning up the bathroom, all the while hearing my father go absolutely nuts downstairs.

Now we're here, with my father probably too angry to continue eating, and myself hiding in my (locked) bedroom, ignoring calls of dinner so I don't have to be within 20 feet of the guy.

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Anybody have a serious WTF moment that their cat helped cause? sweatdrop

nope, never really had something like that happen. although when i was a kid, one of my cat's boyfriends, which is a stray, got into the house. he scrambled on top of the shelves and knocked over things, including a very nice breakable saucepan. i can't remember how we finally got him out of the house.

i prefer adopting large, adult cats, so they're already potty-trained and house-trained and all that. of course, they're also more likely to have emotional baggage compared to kittens, but eh. they're a pleasure to have. sometimes i wonder if i'm different from other cat lovers because i prefer adult cats to kittens.

She was probably just playing with the litter. stare My cat, Toby, used to like rolling around in it. (gross!) He grew out of that, though. Maybe you should give your cat something to do while she is in the bathroom so that she doesn't get bored and start playing with the litter again. 3nodding Good luck!

Well Bird just scared me a little with what could have been a WTH moment.
In the Spring and Summer bees and the occasional wasp get in the house and Bird and Scamper start trying to eat it if they can catch and attack it.
Well this past year the Upper part of the state has been having a stink bug problem and one just started flying around a light. Bird was on top of the computer tower rubbing the monitor next to it till she saw it.
I was afraid she was going to jump at it and cause things to go crashing luckily I picked her up before that could happen.
I'm also glad its just a stink bug this time and not a bee or bee relative.
But I don't want to smell the stink bugs stench either.

smokey has given me many "wtf moments"... one of the best had to be when i was painting. he just walked right up and rolled in my pallet, got up and rubbed on my door and wall. he is almost impossible to wash... i had to catch him with a drenched towel and rub him down.

another one was last winter... he just started licking his belly and back and wouldn't stop and made himself almost completely bald on his back end. i had to rub pickle juice on him to make him stop.

when he was a kitten he decided to try to fly by jumping off the curtain rod... it didn't go too well.

the only "wtf moment" for tigger i can remember is when i was digging through some of my old stuff and pulled out some polly pockets (the original ones, that are tiny). he just walked right up and snatched one, shook it and swallowed it in one gulp... then pranced away like nothing happened.

My old (long since passed) cats were the ones that caused the most trouble.

Chaos was given his name for a reason. He was a kitten when we found him, very small and cute, he seemed harmless. One day my (now ex) wife and I were sitting on the couch in the family room, watching TV. She asked me "What should we name the kitten?" It was in that instant that we saw a small white streak shoot into the family room, leap up onto the blinds that covered the picture window (so they were pretty big blinds) and ripped them off the wall. The whole set of blinds as well as the kitten came crashing to the ground. The kitten was up in the very same instant and turned into another white blur as he shot out of the family room into one of the bedrooms, where we soon heard the crash of another set of blinds. I just looked at my (ex) wife and said "How about Chaos".

My cat broke one of the upstairs windows......
I really don't know how that could have happened, but I took the blame for it so my Dad wouldn't throw him out.

One day Willow got caught in a string that was attached to a toy shopping cart.He ran around the house and up the stairs despertly trying to out run the "evil monster"that was chasing him! No damage done,but extremely funny!