This Victorian table came from my grandmother’s house and has sat in our foyer for nearly 20 years. It had survived a flood and a fire in the past, but these forces of nature were no match for one 17-pound orange and white cat. We keep our keys in the bowl next to the door, and this big guy would often run and jump on the table if he saw us getting ready to leave the house. This time he got up a little too much momentum and there went the table crashing to the floor. One leg is broken off, and everything on top went flying. Fortunately the candles were not lit and no one was injured. Grandma would not be pleased that one of her great-grandcats trashed her table, but I still love them anyway!
This is Alli-Gator-Hator (Alli) my English Bulldog, who ate many, many things (shoes, pillows, blankets, basketballs, footballs) and even claimed a very expensive chair for herself, kicking a hole in the fabric and removing stuffing to make a hole for her legs to comfortably stretch out. In this picture I came home to find she had destroyed a blue ink pen and left paw prints all over my hardwood floors, furniture, doors…but she was really too cute for me to be mad at!! (and she had recently found herself under attack from yellow jackets for exploring the buzzing noise, still bearing the welts).
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