This is the silly forum. If you have serious behavioral issues, go to the behavioral forum, where you will get good advice. I'm just having fun here (or my idea of fun: I love my cats, no matter how naughty they may be). And before we start--among my present brood of cats, I have some whose potential for destruction simply boggles my mind. Do I scold them? No. For one thing, I believe that their behavior is actually rooted in intelligence, which leads to curiosity, which leads to...destructive behavior. And since the destructive behavior is always carried out when I am asleep or not at home, there is no way for me to hiss at them or otherwise try to tell them that their behavior is not nice. Do I know about ways to prevent destructive behavior? Yes. Punishment is not the solution. Prevention is. No cats have been abused in regard to this post...unless you consider the occasional "WHY did you do that!" a form of abuse. ( Said cats never appear weirded out by said Human's occasional outbursts.)
I am not angry. In fact, the stranger my cats' behavior gets, the more I find it amusing...within limits, perhaps...
This is a topic that I have written about on other threads. To be succinct and accurate, since January, my cats (names to follow) have bitten through my telephone line three times (yes, the telephone guy had to come and put in a new line each time), disengaged the telephone cord from the wall once (yesterday), and destroyed my computer LAN connection by biting through the cord once and disabled it countless times by other means. Not to mention that they have killed two laptop computers since January. When I say "killed," I mean that the computers in question went to the computer hospital, and came back with the diagnosis of everything dead--from the keyboard to the motherboard to the fatherboard (har har, if you've been reading up until now, I hope you realize that I am pulling your leg regarding the fatherboard). I am complaining but not complaining. I left my computers on when I went to take what I thought was a brief nap, and woke up several hours later to find that the computers were...dead. Obviously, two computers didn't die on the same day. One died in January, one in February. RIP. I now know enough to turn off my computers before I go to sleep.
Recently, I have been posting about the fact that my cats have moved my Dyson vacuum cleaner to another room and otherwise savaged it. Since I hate this vacuum cleaner like the plague, I actually commend them for their good taste. However, I remain puzzled regarding how cats (even in unison) could have moved this very heavy piece of machinery to another room. No, I am not being delusional. The cats did it while I was asleep. They also committed violent acts on it which are still leaving me scratching my head.
Okay, the latest. Yesterday, the Internet router (which you may know under the name of modem) was--yes, yes, this is true!--found in their water bowl. Maine Coons are obsessed with water. My guess is that they were trying to express something by putting the router in their water bowl. The funny thing--and I really do mean funny--is that after giving the router an hour or so to dry, it decided to come back to life, and, at this moment at least, is still working. This reminds me of a past episode that had nothing to do with cats. I had a plant on top of the TV. Dumb. I watered the plant. The TV was flooded. I figured that Mr. TV was dead. I turned him on with great trepidation the next day. I was afraid of being electrocuted. Hallelujah. Not only was Mr. TV still functioning, but the picture quality had improved. I am a total idiot when it comes to anything mechanical, but I believe in magical thinking, and hey, if a TV or a router (modem) can survive a bath, I am willing to call this a miracle.
Long post. Tired. I love my cats. I love them whatever they do.
Oh, and the names. Harvard has inherited Chibi's intelligence and personality. He has chosen to stay with me, and will. His brother Lowell will be sold at one point. I can't save every kitten from every litter. Lowell will get a good home, you can be assured. I hate separating the two, because they are brothers and buddy cats...and I actually find the mischief they get into together to be amusing. Hail, Harvard and Lowell!