Long story short, my Elvis posing on the Hilton marquee action figure is toast. Evidence points to Max, our 5 year old cat getting up on the top shelf of my office/sunroom/Vegas Shrine around 515am. When I got on scene the suspect was still up on the shelf with Elvis in pieces on the floor. Max claims he didn't do it, doesn't know how he got up there and that he was framed. (He has never shown interest in getting up on that shelf.) I had to grab a chair to get him down. Naturally he fought me the whole time. I'm the lone girl in a house of destructive men (husband and 2 cats)...I guess I just can't have nice things.