Well, we have more or less been getting along better with the kitty in the past few weeks.
Case in point: We were gone four nights (with a friend stopping by each day to feed and play with him) over New Year's. We got back last night at a reasonable hour, around 7 pm, and as I'm bringing stuff into the apartment, I hear my fiancé start laughing really hard, saying I need to come to the bathroom. I go look at the bathroom, and it looks like a freaking MURDER scene. Pluto had gotten into the cabinet under the sink (which he'd never done before), shredded toilet paper, dragged/knocked everything out of it and spread it in a pile on the floor. Combine that with litter and stuff from the counter, and it looked straight up hilarious. I really wish we'd gotten a picture before we cleaned it up. Alas, we didn't.
Granted, much of this good reaction was due to the time we discovered it... Had we found it a few hours later, we probably wouldn't have been quite so thrilled. But as it was, it was quite comical!