I had (past tense) a pink Davol combination fountain syringe / hot water bottle from the early 1960s. It had been my companion on many a solo enema across the years, and had kept my toes warm on many a cold night. Last night, with the advent of chilly weather, I had filled the rubber bag with hot tap-water and placed the hot-water bottle under the blanket at the foot of our bed. There it kept our toes warm all night, and attracted the kittens to snuggle up to the extra warmth emanating from the bulge under the blanket. My faithful old bag, I thought, still in service after all these years.
When we got up this morning I left the now-cooled hot water bottle under the blanket. After breakfast I went back into the bedroom to discover the bed and carpet soaked, and the pink water bottle clawed to pieces!
While I was scrambling eggs the young little feline beasts had used it to sharpen their claws through the blanket, and had punctured it in a dozen places. Rats, that was my favorite old combination bag! I'd had it since the early nineties. :-( Still, these kittens are incredibly cute, and I guess it's a price I can reluctantly pay for the privilege of being owned by this new generation of cats.
On another note, hubby finally has a surgery date for his colostomy re-connection, January 15th! We've been waiting months for that scheduling. Less than a month away now, it will seem like a year.