Cubby broke one of my Dad's model cars. My Dad and I worked on this one for a few months. So when he passed I took the car. I was cleaning the area around the car so I moved it to a near by table. Cubby knew he was not allowed on that table. So he jumped up then and jumped down after he hear the big crash. He ran under the bed and wouldn't come out. I thought I was going to have a stroke or a heart attack from the stress of it all.