RIP, chaise lounge

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No doubt many of you know the ‘aren’t-you-proud-of-me-Mom?’ grin on this guy’s face all too well. It’s rather the same look that my childhood pet, Crackers the cat, wore when he deposited a giant and very dead pheasant on the doorstep, causing years of lasting trauma (to me, not Crackers, who for his part did not seem traumatized at all).

R.I.P. pheasant -- and R.I.P. chaise lounge.

This photo comes to our reader photo section, Your Scene, courtesy of submitter Raygunz. See more examples of man’s best frenemy (and some pretty bad cats as well) in the Your Scene album Pets Behaving Badly (or even submit your own).

--Lindsay Barnett