Prey

Louie found the poor thing lying in the living room defalted, flattened,
shredded, riddled with teeth marks. Where had it come from? Who did
this? And why, when there are mousies and catnip bags galore, did
someone decide to beat the living daylights out of a roll of toilet
paper?

We have not had a TP blitz in ages, since long before Odessa came to us.
Stosh, as a little little guy, would grab a roll and walk around with
it. Think of that Warner Bros. cartoon with the tiny tuxie kitten
befriended by a brutish bulldog, the one where they're on the
construction site and the dog gives the kitten a huge sausage, how the
baby carries it around. That'll give you the idea of the Stosh-to-paper
ratio. I hadn't seen him do it a while, and now we can't figure out the
culprit; especially since the mighty hunter dug the roll from the bag of
twelve before smacking it to a pulp!

Blessed be,
Baha

Christine Burel...

LOL! Midnight is the shredder in our family -- while it's on the roller,
too. Makes it interesting for guests when they come to visit.

Monique Y. Mudama...

Oscar prefers to sit on paper, not shred it. I had to laugh when I
left a pile of magazines on top of the couch (temporary resting place
on the way to the recycling bin), and Oscar settled down on them. I
wondered if the slippery things would slide off and take her with
them.

My RB dog Puma, though, he had a real thing with tearing up paper.
God forbid you leave a tissue or paper towel unattended. He'd rip it
into a million billion pieces.

Christine