I have one of those clocks that make bird noises. My mother gave it to me years ago when her cats were going crazy trying to find the birds. I don’t have batteries in it because my Crookedtail cat zeroed in on it as the source of the sounds and knocked it off the wall looking for the bird. ... I sure do miss that old cat friend.
I know the kind of clock you mean. I hadn’t thought about catz attacking!
We put up with so much from our feline overlords. I just took the baby upstairs for a diaper change and found a cat in the baby’s bed. “Don’t bother me,” she said - that is, “Nyerrrr” - while ostentatiously washing.