Angelie - 1 Cerwin-Vega speakers - 0

Saturday, January 19, 2008

The following is a story about how my cute, cuddly little kitten earned her nickname, S.O.S.

When Angelie first came into our home, she was so tiny that she could fit in the palm of my hand. It wasn't long before she had tripled in size and began to display a little more independence. Like all kittens, she spent her days and nights playing and sleeping a lot. It wasn't long before she began to test the boundaries to see what she could get away with and what she could not.

We had a set of Cerwin-Vega floor speakers that were my boyfriends pride and joy. He had removed the face plates on them so that the inner speaker would show. I personally liked the look better with the cover on, but I'm not the techie music oriented one of the house, so I just left it be. These speakers quickly became a kitten magnet. She was obsessed with the speakers and every time she would even just glance at them, my boyfriend would scold her for it. Angelie quickly learned to stay away from the speakers, until one night, temptation got the better of her.

Later that evening we had gone to bed and everything was quiet. Angelie was napping on her scratch post after a long evening of playing. Sometime later that night, I heard her running around the house chasing her imaginary playmates. This was nothing out of the ordinary, so I just rolled over and went back to sleep. I woke up the next morning to find Angelie sound asleep by the bedroom door. As I went about my morning routine, it appeared as though Angelie had been a good girl throughout the night.

We went about our day as usual and Angelie seemed to be on her best behavior. The evening came and my boyfriend and I sat down to watch some TV. He turns on the TV and notices that something just is not right with the sound, so he begins to investigate. What he found would change he and Angelie's relationship forever.

Sometime during the night, Angelie had decided to use the speakers as her scratch post. She clawed the inner parts of the speakers. There were tiny pin holes and scratch marks all over them. Angelie knew exactly what she did too, for she was no where in site. My boyfriend was that mad that I thought for sure he would take her to the shelter in the morning. The whole rest of the evening, Angelie kept her distance.

The next morning arrives and he was still furious with Angelie, but he did not have it in him to take her to the shelter. Angelie tried to warm up to him, but he ignored her. He was not falling for the cute kitten act Angelie was so good at playing when she got into trouble.

The day continued on as usual and at one point Angelie was awfully quiet. This meant two things. Either she was sleeping or she was doing something she was not supposed to be doing. My boyfriend notices the silence and asks, "Where is S.O.S.?". I'm like, "S.O.S.?". He says, "Where is the kitten? You know. The Spawn of Satan.".

Two years later, and I'm not certain he has forgiven Angelie for the destruction of his Cerwin-Vega's. The two of them co-exist at any rate.