Cats! Why did it have to be cats?

I just heard an ungodly crash from outside the office. Turned out a cat had knocked the Belgian waffle maker off the top of the refrigerator onto the floor, with deleterious results.

The top is in three major pieces and several smaller pieces, and while the functional hardware (the part that heats up) doesn't seem to be damaged, I don't think utility can be restored. The cover is needed to lift the lid.

I got the waffle maker from Freecycle, so all it cost me was a couple of gallons of gas, but dammit, I liked having a Belgian waffle maker.

I take limited solace in knowing I'm not alone:

When you heard a dining room smash
Or up from the pantry there came a loud crash
Or down from the library came a loud ping
From a vase which was commonly said to be Ming
Then the family would say: "Now which was which cat?

It was Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer
And there's nothing at all to be done about that!"