My sturdy black cat managed one of the most devastating Feline Off Board Artillery bombardment.
I had VotG7 Storming the Station in full swing (end of Turn 1) left on my playing table.
My cat adopted a three step attack.
First step : "Smothering" it decided that the battlefield was confortable, so he stretched over my delicately positioned stacks of units for a nap.
Some dispersion already occured...
Second step : "Rocket launch" : seeing an interesting shelf about 5 feet above it, my cat decided to try to jump directly onto it.
The impetus of the jump made the plexiglass positioned on the map slide, displacing and toppling my counter stacks...
And then, comes the climax :
Third step : "Hell unleashed" : the beast missed its jump, desperately clawing at the box of "Settlers of Catan" it thought it was smart enough to jump upon; my cat came crashing down on my game, bringing as supplemental payload the box of Settlers.
Result : a total disaster. A heap of counters, some of which fell on the grond, with no way to reconstitute the situation before the FOBA critical hit.
My personal chronology was the following: my wife came to me in the living room to tell me that my cat was peacefully sleeping on my game.
As she was telling it to me, we heard a loud crash coming from the room where my game was.
Arriving into the room, I saw the heap of counters, under the Settlers box (which has the trace of my cat's claws now)... and my cat was slinking away with a guilty look.
He was, I believe, still under the shock of his failed jump, and realizing (I do hope so) that he had done something wrong...
I am a weak tempered man: I didn't even punish the beast.
Its guilty look was enough punishment, IMO.
Here is a picture of the culprit :
I thought you would be interested by my sharing the story of my ordeal with you.