New math: One cat with claws + one plastic bag filled with shredded documents = mess in the dining room and one angry mother.
Oh, I can imagine the mess.
For a while, my Cäsar liked to kill rolls of toilet paper. He shredded them himself.
Maybe I should get him a job in some office?
What does it say about my cat, when not showing up at the dinner table is reason for alarm?
The little guy is such a greedy chowhound that I knew something wasn't right when he didn't show up in the kitchen last night at dinner (our dinner, that is). Indeed one of the kids had accidently locked him into the bathroom.