I love my kitty Sammy to death, but I was ready to wring his black-furred, scrawny neck the other evening. Hubby and I were really engrossed in a murder movie (starring Sandra Bullock, who I really like as an actress). The movie was into the last five minutes, and the detectives were talking to a suspect. I was hanging on to my seat waiting to see what would happen. About that time Sammy decided to run behind the TV set and undo some wires. By the time Hubby got everything back to normal, the movie was over! Grrr. Hiss.

(I know. Just get a flatscreen for the wall, and I won't have this problem. But we have other ways we need to spend our money.)

What do your pets do that drive you up the wall?