My cat, a beautiful and ebullient Maine Coon, once jumped up on one of my small towers, and knocked it over. I picked the tower up, then picked the cat up, and let her again place her paws on the tower, at which point I doused her repeatedly with a squirt bottle. I have *never* had stereo trouble with her again. This is a striking fact, since the animal runs the house, and this is the *only* "rule" she observes. I think she must recognize, at some catty level, that I am serious about this in a way I am not serious about, say, the kitchen counters. I guess this is a longwinded testimonial to (well aimed) squirt power . . .
John
John