He's not too bad with the furniture. Once in a while, he will have his claws in the sofa, but that's usually to get attention. It's more like he puts his claws into the couch and says, "If you don't give me some attention right now, the couch gets it."
He has not shown up on camera or in person in quite a while now. I hope someone took him in because he was someone's cat once. Right now, there is mostly the two black cats coming around.
While I was setting a bowl of food out for the squirrels on my fire escape, Ella escaped. I didn't even see her go through the window; I felt the wind as she flew past me, and down the fire escape stairs. Since I haven't shoveled that side of the house since the last snow, there are about three feet of snow beneath the stairs. My fuel oil tank is at the bottom of the fire escape stairs (which does seem like an odd placement, come to think of it). I walked through the snow to see if I could retrieve the damned cat and found her huddled beneath the oil tank with a concerned look on her face. I don't know if she was worried about being in trouble or that she wasn't expecting cold and snow. Either way, she quickly ran back up the steps and started scratching on the window to be let back inside. I climbed the steps and let her back in from the outside. I turned to descend the steps, slipped on the packed snow, and slid on my back all the way down the steps from the second-floor window fire escape. My elbows are scraped up, my ankles are scraped up, my right leg hurts, and I was concerned about my back because that hurt too. But it's been a few hours now, and my back no longer hurts so I guess I'll survive.
I suspect that you are going to be sore from head to toe in the morning. I hope not but....... Hopefully Miss Ella has learned her lesson... that it's cold outside and warm inside.
Have you tried hanging them so that they unwind from the bottom instead of the top? And don't leave any dangling. That's what I had to do when Miki was destroying toilet paper.
When they are hung to unroll over the top, she unrolls the roll and then tears it to shreds. When hung the other way, she will tear it to shreds as it sits. When I don't hang it at all and she finds it, as with the one above, it ends up on the floor, where she tears it to shreds. She will even open the spring-closing cabinet beneath the sink to check for things to get into there. It's part of the cost of having a cat. It just shows me that she's still healthy. Bubba shreds my arms instead of toilet paper rolls.
Ella is simply copying exactly what she sees you do, most likely. It is not her fault that she is equipped with shredders on the end of her little kitty-fingers; so she can’t just pull it off nicely like people-fingers can do. I remember Robin telling about about her kittys (Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum) clawing through her bedroom dresser drawers with her clothes in them. Then one day, she was furiously digging through the drawer finding a pair of socks, and realized that the kitties were just copying exactly what they saw her doing in the drawers.