What's the WORST thing a pet has ever done?

[TEACAKE'S PLEATHER DOME]

I've just discovered that a cloth bag full of chocolate frogs that I had under my desk has been pissed in by a cat. There were at least 30 chocolate frogs in that bag. All my cats are attracted to cloth bags, the sort you get at supermarkets, and I had somehow forgotten about this when leaving these frogs in said bag.

But that's not the worst thing a pet of mine has ever done. Some years ago I inherited a very old, dim cat. She settled in well enough and was sweet. However she would randomly piss on stuff, but not too terrible, usually just in a corner on tiles. But one day she pissed on top of my stove. Yes. The WHOLE OVEN was full of piss, in the gas holes, the burners, everywhere. It took forever to clean and in the end I just had burn the piss off because it had soaked into the holes the gas comes out of in the oven. My god that was disgusting, I opened all the windows and doors but the whole house smelled like a cat piss sauna.

So let's hear your "what my pet did but I still love him" stories.

 

[KimMH]

our bulldog Tigger ate our son's Easter basket, including the cellophane grass. then she barfed it all up from one end of the house to the other, she pooped copious amounts of it about as well. we were actually lucky, she would eat anything but we never had to have anything surgically removed; bulldogs are a bit notorious for that. we had to dog proof the house long after our son wasn't inclined to eat everything he could fit in his mouth! we also had to put up baby gates to keep her from falling down stairs once she grew elderly.

KiM

 

[Nociod]

It was either Christmas or New Years, but I remember that my dog (a siberian huskey) had found her way into the kitchen, jumped up on the table and then proceeded to eat a whole turkey

 

[Rhaven]

I work in an animal hospital. I've seen it all, they've eaten it all and we've removed all sorts of stuff. My cat vomitted in my sneakers that I leave by the back door for quick slip on and run out the door. SQUISH!

I've assisted with the removal of needles and thread, marbles, rubber balls, parts of a baseball gloves, rocks, spare rib bones, balls of yarn. I'm never surprised by what a dog will eat anymore.

 

[KimMH]

^ *shudders*

needles? how awful

 

[auntiehill]

My mother's tiny calico cat is a holy terror. But my dad, who has never liked a cat in his life, just loves this little beast, so they've kept her.

One morning, just a year or two ago, the cat attacked my mom while she was in the kitchen making breakfast. The cat grabbed her leg and torn a vein open. Mom went to the nearest emergency center and they patched her up. She needed stitches. The next day, it was really hurting so she went to her regular doc. My elderly mother's temperature was so high that they admitted her to the hospital. She was released the next day, but had to come back as an outpatient for several days of IV anti-biotics. A few days later, she attacked my mom again, biting right through her hand. Dad, of course, thought it was all because Mom was annoying the cat. Even my husband, at 6 foot four, is terrified of this 10 pound cat. She attacks people for no reason at all, will actually draw blood, and then go curl up my dad's lap. He doesn't feed her or brush her, the way my mom does. He doesn't like animals much at all. But he loves the cat; she's his baby, even though she's attacked everyone, even him.

I love cats. I just adore them, and was raised with cats and dogs around me at all times. But I hate that cat. She's wild--as in feral. She was found outside, abandoned, when she was a newborn and never lost her wild nature. Mom's house was out in the country and there were always deer around the place. There was a large buck in the backyard and that damn, tiny little cat attacked it and tried to take it down. She got kicked and flew back several feet but she proceeded to chase three or four grown deer away.

My mom loves cats and is the biggest animal lover you will ever meet, but she's told me that she's actually looking forward to the day this animal dies.

 

[Shazam!]

My cat is pretty well behaved save for the occasional scratching of furniture, but the first night we got her she pissed on my bed : (

Had to get a new mattress as there was no way I was going to sleep on it knowing a cat had used it as a toilet.

We didn't tell her off though; she was a rescue cat and was clearly stressed out about being in a strange place.

 

[Redfern]

My cousin's English Retriever scared us into thinking she might have consumed some razor blades from a vintage design shaving kit!

Thank Mogg it turned out to be a false alarm.

My cousin had visited me one weekend and brought her dog, maybe 6 or 7 months old at the time. When we went to lunch, she opted to secure her pet within the bathroom so the dog wouldn't have run of the house while we were gone. (Her idea) When we returned, we discovered Daisy had oried open the doors under the sink and had ransacked the contents including the afore mentioned shaving kit. We called a vet who was willing to meet us at his animal hospital on a Sunday. X-raying her, the doctor determined she had not swallowed anything, neither sharp solids nor toxic liquids.

I felt horrible, but my cousin only blamed herself, noting I had no logical reason to child/pet proof my home since I live alone. I offered to assist with the vet bill, but she politely declined.

Sincerely,

Bill

 

[Mary Ann]

I once caught our old dog in the act of eating my then-toddler daughter's poo out of her potty. My daughter hadn't even finished pulling up her panties before the dog chowed down. He stayed in the back garden for the rest of the day, and wasn't allowed to lick any one for weeks afterwards.

 

[mimic]

In the last five minutes of a lengthy car ride my dog had diarrhea on my brother's feet. It smelled awful, was completely disgusting and got all over the car, but none of us could stop laughing.

 

[Ood Sigma]

What haven't they done, is more the question for me. We have 5 dogs (and 2 cats, but they're mostly harmless). The dogs regularly:
- Knock over the kitchen trashcans while we're gone and eat everything in them.
- Barge their way into a closed room, and jump up on the computer desk, walking on the keyboard and eating trash.
- Chew up the remote controls.
- Try to bring dead birds into the house.
- Make an unholy racket when I get home from work because they are hungry, even though they know it is the first thing I do.

I also have tooth marks on my Kindle from when one of them tried to eat it after I set it down for a minute. They have also chewed power cords in half.

One time I was trying to get a treat away from one of them because he was being too possessive of it. After I pinned him down to a corner, he looked me right in the eye, lifted his leg, and peed all over a nearby cardboard box.

They're a handful but I love them.

 

[Kestra]

My cat and I were inseparable until I got my iPad. He slowly grew more jealous of it, sitting on it and trying to get my attention. One day he woke me up in the middle night by walking on top of me. He took my iPad and looking right into my eyes, slit the power cord like he was ending a life. Then he casually knocked over a bottle of nail polish onto it and strolled away.


Okay not really, but I'd imagine he wants to do that because he really does get jealous of the iPad.

 

[Owain Taggart]

I don't know if it's the most terrible thing our dog had done, but he loved playing with wrapping paper. One Christmas, he was one very excited dog, playing with some wrapping paper and shaking his head from side to side. He got a bit too excited and backed onto, yes, onto the Christmas tree, which was an old fake tree we had for years, and next thing we know, we hear a crack, and the tree started to fall. That year was like a Charlie Brown Christmas as the tree had to be supported by wire in order to stay standing up as the dog had actually broken it in half. We couldn't help but laugh looking back on it.

 

[iguana_tonante]

I love cats. I just adore them, and was raised with cats and dogs around me at all times. But I hate that cat. She's wild--as in feral. She was found outside, abandoned, when she was a newborn and never lost her wild nature. Mom's house was out in the country and there were always deer around the place. There was a large buck in the backyard and that damn, tiny little cat attacked it and tried to take it down. She got kicked and flew back several feet but she proceeded to chase three or four grown deer away.

I think I love that cat.

The worst my parents' cat ever did was bring home a dead hare. She was damn proud of herself that day.

 

[Shaytan]

At my parents home, one of our cats tried to jump on my lap and failed. She tried to catch whatever was there to not fail. I was wearing a short. This cat learned to fly this day.

 

[marillion]

By far the worst thing ever done by a pet (besides various vommiting episodes and the like), was when my dog Shusha (yes, named after the famous Iranian folk singer) chewed up almost every single one of my ORIGINAL Star Wars figures back in 1979... She had been staying with us while her owner, my brother, was working in the Wyoming oil fields... As a 9 year old kid, you can imagine I was pretty damn upset. I had a pretty big collection going...

Happily, that Christmas, I got a big, clumisly wrapped bundle of action figures with a card from Shusha that said "Sorry"....

I'm happy to also report that these action figures have survived the years and my son played joyfully with them as I did, so long ago...

 

[RoJoHen]

Several years ago, I changed my cat's food. It was the same brand as she had been used to eating, but I thought, "Hey, surely she's tired of eating the exact same food every single day. I'll get her a new flavor." So, I bought her the purple bag instead of the orange bag, and for the next month or so, she would pee all over my stuff. I thought she was sick. I did some research to see why she might be doing this, and I called a vet to see if they had any ideas. They asked me, "Has anything changed in her routine recently?" It took me a while, but I soon realized that, yes, her food had changed.

So I went out to the store, and I bought the "correct" orange bag of food. Almost immediately, she stopped peeing on things.

 

[The Dominion]

I had two cats start a spraying war in my room that lasted at least three months. My cats are also very fond of pushing my bedside lamp off the table, breaking the bulb. There was also a family dog that ate freshly baked cake from the table. Twice.

 

[Kirby]

We were having our carpets replaced, and my dachshund found a scrap of that foam they put underneath the carpet and ate it. It cost about $4000 to get it out.Fortunately for the past 10 years, with the exception of an occasional tennis ball, he won't rip up anything that he isn't supposed to. My kids can leave their stuffed animals on the floor and he just ignores them where he used to gut those things the first chance he got.

 

[CorporalClegg]

I work in an animal hospital. I've seen it all, they've eaten it all and we've removed all sorts of stuff. My cat vomitted in my sneakers that I leave by the back door for quick slip on and run out the door. SQUISH!

I've assisted with the removal of needles and thread, marbles, rubber balls, parts of a baseball gloves, rocks, spare rib bones, balls of yarn. I'm never surprised by what a dog will eat anymore.

You should start a blog. I'm sure there's an audience for that.

Or maybe it's just me.