My derpy destructive but also ridiculously beautiful when he wants to be panther cat has racked up yet another destroyed thing to his tally. He is the most expensive pet I have ever owned. So far he has destroyed a large zojirushi rice cooker (getting caught trying to pull out the retractable cord, freaking out, and scrambling over the top of it and knocking it to the ground from the high shelf it was placed on), a wedding-gift tiffany vase (getting in a fight with his sister on top of the china cabinet and booty bumping it off even though it wasn't near the ledge), an antique snow globe (knocking it over while desperately trying to bite the corner of the mantle), a fondue pot and everything but the forks part of that set (freaking out at the clicking noise made when he bit and then tried to run away with the magnetic cord, and jumping into the pot and then knocking it to the ground in the pantry, scratching up the surface and bending the fork rest), almost everyone in the family's favorite coffee/tea mug (4 in total--all from opening up the cabinet we keep the drinkware in and inexplicably trying to squeeze himself onto the mug shelf. These were not done at once, but in 4 separate incidents), a dyson vaccum cleaner (chewing through the cord), and now my favorite duster length cozy sweater (going apeshit with biting, rabbit kicking, and generally being a hooligan after getting into some catnip).
His sister just lays around looking like the huge owl eyed fluffball that she is, farting, snoring, and occasionally attacking guests.