I have two cats, Mr Fog and Tronca and they are a pair of little b*&%$rds when they need feeding, letting out, want to play or you need to do some work. Many times I have threatened them with the microwave, but to add to their multitude of other annoying abilities including (skin ripping, carpet puking, antique table clawing, and shoe hairballing) they are also telepathic and are safe in the knowledge I have no real intent to fry their tiny minds with 800w of microwave radiation. This causes me to have to resort to such measures as bathing them occasionally on a whilm and purely for my own revengeful pleasure. Somehow the pleasure seems somewhat short lived, especially when it takes ten minutes to get into my chain-mail armour (utterly necessary for the job I promise you).