You know this cat better than me! We immediately figured out about putty pancakes))) This round is up to you.
Now the details.
Repair. Second week. There is still a whole year of dirty work and two finishes ahead (( (By the way, the ceilings have not been done so far 
) The tile was borrowed from friends, the frying pan is new. We went to work. The cat spent an unkind meow.
— Do not go to the kitchen! — Sasha shouted again from the threshold.
-Uuuu.- The cat responded and smoothly changed direction. He disappeared into the bathroom, rattled the basin. We just looked at each other. It is clear that he will not listen.
But we did not expect this. Absolutely not.
Apparently, everything was like that. The cat was tired of hiding in a basin and went to hunt. First I drank some water, as he likes. With the soaking of the tail, paws, and a flood of local scale. Then he ran. Most likely. How else to explain that all the covering material was scattered all over the room?! In the process of running around, one of the bags of putty was damaged. It was already open, and it was easier to spread it. Especially wet paws. And when there was one clean place left in the room … Yes, yes, a frying pan. He fell asleep on it. It is difficult to explain to a cat that you cannot walk on the table if there is no table. And that a frying pan is not a place to lie down. If it is actually the only piece of furniture. If you can call it a frying pan. What froze on small paws lingered perfectly in the pan. I don’t want to think that this dunce turned it on under him! But it seems so. Good, that at least he came to his senses before he was fried. The cement pancakes were ready for dinner. By the evening they were not to tear off. The tile is also tightly cemented. Especially the power button. The frying pan was soldered to the tile, and they were thrown away as one indestructible whole.
Friends laughed so much that they allowed the tiles not to be returned. The cat was first examined and the degree of roasting was determined at the cost of blood. Then they washed it for a long time and even cut it off a little. Not noticeable, but annoying. He whined for a long time and was offended for a long time. Even cursed. Somewhere before midnight. Then he came to sleep. There was nowhere else. They even threw out the pan. One basin remained, but it is harsh))
Now I have a wonderful kitchen. And the stove is always on the children’s castle. And I leave nothing on top. I still feel sorry for that pan.