My calico Maddie takes socks from the dirty laudry basket and kindly drags them upstairs to the living room floor for me.

My baby loves to carry my pens off, batteries (still don't know where she got that, I live alone.) She carries marbles, small empty spools (thread spools, I sew, and I gave her the empty ones). Then she drops them on the laminate floors and chases them around, they make an interesting noise. One or both of the freaks are busy cleaning off table tops and book case shelves. I can't find my lip balm tonight because NOTHING is on the table top. I need to stop working so I can monitor these hell cats better.

My Zoe drives me bonkers at times, with her testing the law of gravity. She pushes items off the kitchen table. So far her trail of destruction: two lamps, three Brita pitchers, one large glass bowl, one blender, one vase, two drinking glasses, two coffee cups. At times my bare feet find little tiny shards a week later, ow ow ow .... I keep telling her she is a bad cat. Then she purrs, like that will make it all better.

Once placed large metal garbage can on the top landing to the downstairs. I incorrectly figured there is no way two cats could possibly knock over a large metal trash can filled with garbage including left over chicken bones and skin and leave a trail all the way into the basement so they could feast on the left-overs.

Turn off the wifi ability on my Laptop. (That took a while to figure out).

Changing the screen orientation is also a favorite.

Cat should have been in IT!

I have 2 rescues and 4 fosters; I cannot keep up with all their shenanigans and hooliganry.
Suffice to say, it's a lot. And constant.

Kindrie left half a pigeon on my bedroom floor on a day I literally was crawling to and from the bathroom. I had to beg my roommate to remove it.