I can't help but laugh at this thread! It brings back soooo many memorys of our cat "Cecil" who marched off the street back in 1979, and took over the apartment. He was a character from day one, a 5 month old orange and white kitten that would keep us up at night chasing the lights cars made going down the street. Wallpapering...he was so good at helping us strp it off the walls, and then when the new went up, tried to take that down too. Phone cords were Cecil's passion! Every week (or so it seemed) Cecil would chew through another phone cord, and in the good old days we could bring them back, and get a new one! My (now hubby) would walk into the phone co. with another tattered remains of the cord, and the employees would ask "the cat again"? And hand him a new one. Cecil lived to the ripe age of 18 and I miss his antics and purrsonality to this day.