My cats have never ever been destructive. They play with their mice and show them all corners of the livingroom, but nothing ever broke. Okay, the curtains have funny holes here and there, but that's not because they want to destroy them, but just because they don't know how to get their nails out of them if they try to get the flies that hide behind them.

Cookie is another story. She destroyed all the mice, she tears out ears and eyes from her stuffed animals, she chew on the remote control when teething and many socks ended up in rags.
But not anymore. She got over it and I can leave the house to her whenever I go out.

I just have to tell you this little story. It's about my parent's dog. When my parents went to visit my sister in the US, they gave the dog to us for a few weeks. I was still working at that time, and had taken my holidays to dog-sit because it was still a little puppy. There was just one day that I had to work, because it was the last day of school (was teacher) and I had to say goodbye to the students.
I came home and found a small black doggie in the kitchen, in the middle of a huge heap of flour, sugar, chocolate powder, instant soups and rice. The dog had gotten into the cupboards, carried out the bags and opened them with her teeth! It looked hillarious.