Too bad Juni couldn't blame it on Miley or Winter but I guess she was caught red-pawed! It's too bad that *in the heat of the moment* you couldn't manage to get your camera out but I can imagine the considerable stress you were under to see what could be salvaged, etc.

My Trevor was responsible for the demise of a Depression Era candy dish that belonged to my mother. It was shortly after he came to live with us and I of course had no "cat knowledge." A friend told me he would shortly be able to navigate the kitchen shelf where it was sitting and I did not act quickly enough to find it a safer place. When I heard the crash and sound of shattering glass I didn't even need to guess what had happened. I know that by now all is forgiven since it is so hard to stay mad at such a sweetie.