We always ended up cat sitting for my in-laws fur covered demon with claws. This little tyrant too had a facination with jumping up on small shelves. The Alabama in the picture once had a full set of sails and was originally built for a client. Well, I built a small shelf about 5 feet up to display it on the wall in our living room to show it to the new owner, when the day before I was to show it, this little fur covered reign of terror tried to jump up on the shelf. Needless to say, when it got to about eye level to the shelf, he decided to abort, panicked, got its front paws tangled in the rigging, pulling the ship with him to the floor. He then, in shear panick in knowing that since he survived the fall, his life was still about to end, ran for the basement, taking the said ship with him.
When I came out of the bedroom upon hearing the crash, I was speachless, and my wife ran back into the bedroom to hide the key to the gun safe. She then called my friend to come and take me out for a beer.
I never saw the cat again. Lucky cat.
Scott