So yesterday I didn't get home from class till after 11PM. Within the first fifteen minutes of getting home, Comet climbed all over the metal racks in the kitchen (he knows he's not supposed to), went in our bedroom, jumped on a nightstand, stuffed his whole face in a glass of water and knocked it over, and then jumped from the couch to our dining table (you know, the one with Waterford linens and crystal candlesticks).
*sigh*
Cats have excellent design taste. They're able to locate the most expensive items in your home and make sure to destroy them first.
