Mom destroyed my underground lair. All the hours I spend shredding paper under there...gone.
So, in retaliation, I shredded a potty pad.
Don't worry. It's not like I use those to take care of my business. In fact, Mom just puts them out in places where I have sometimes have accidents if my tummy's upset. She calls it "preventative." I call it "shreddable."
Retaliation makes me sleepy...
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