I could cope with his dipping his paw in my glass of water last night, I could cope with his playing with the remote control and doing all sorts to the tv, I could cope with him lying on the sky box so that I couldn't change channel or anything but this morning he took the biscuit (literally). He knocked an auto feeder off the top of the cooker. I had put it there because that one doesn't work too well and tends to revolve several times before stopping. I put the food in, pressed the start button and put it out of reach until it had stopped rotating as I didn't want to put it on the floor while the food could be seen. Well it ended up on the floor anyway. The pair of them had a field day with some encore chicken and ham and I doubt that feeder will ever work again
