My kitchen is pretty tame now. They only time my cats have caused any trouble is when they decide to play in the kitchen while I'm cooking. A while ago I was removing a casserole from the oven I guess my girls were having to good a time playing in the kitchen to realize the danger of a 400 degree oven. Chloe slammed head first into the open door while Ursula jumped over her and land all four paws on the hot oven door. I have never heard such a horrible yowl in my life and hope never to again. I immediately ran cold water in the kitchen sink and put her and a few trays of ice in the sink. Of course she immediately wanted to get out of the water and run away but I held her there and I guess she realized the cold water was soothing her paws. I called the vet and took her in. Thankfully no damage or injury to her little paws. But I will tell you now my girls see me anywhere near the oven they stay away.

When I was younger my aunt left the open oven unattended while she was distracted by one thing or another, as we often are on Thanksgiving.

Well, their dog Rocky, a giganic Rottweiler, saw the fabulous opportunity this afforded him and thought it would be a great idea to lock his jaw around the turkey and haul it into the living room so everyone could see what he'd caught for us. Needless to say, we did not enjoy Turkey that Thanksgiving. LOL.

One Thanksgiving, I pulled out the lower warming drawer on the stove to put mushroom cream sherry gravy in it, and then stood up for a three seconds. Looked down and my Jack Russell was lapping up the gravy from the bowl. I quickly closed the warming drawer, but I didn't tell any of the guests. I still feel guilty.

kang, I'm never coming to your house for dinner!! blek

My husband's childhood dog wolfed down an entire fruitcake in two gulps. The way the story goes, this fruitcake had been passed around from one family member to another for a few years until it was left out on the coffee table to meet its fate. The dog was fine.

Someone gave my parents chocolate, and although they normally try to make sure chocolates don't end up under the tree --- these ones did.

Christmas Eve: my parents three dogs AND a houseguest dog got into the chocolates... and spent xmas eve at the emerg. vet !

My nephew who was maybe 3 I think was finished eating early and wanted to go watch a movie. Before letting us tackle with the other dogs that were locked into another room, he mischievously looks at us and opens the door 2 little pups came racing out startling the cat who then jumped across the table and then somewhere else. It was hilarious.

Well its great when the cats and the dogs work together on this one. I can't possibly say how many times the cats have knocked festive dinners off the counters onto the floors and then we found the dogs eating them. It always made for a good laugh and a very mad mother. But pizza was never a bad substitute!

Maisy is like a little vacuum, he comes into the kitchen while I'm cooking/baking and sniffs under my feet, hoping i've dropped crumbs. He also is too small to jump up on the table, but at a dinner part recently, he sat at my sister's feet whimpering, so, he plays the "Oh, look how cute I am" card. =)