It’s the old, old story: you buy your cats some fancy playthings, and all they really want is the bag it came in. An Anglo-Saxon king complained about that. He had to quit his job because his cats perplexed him so.
It’s the old, old story: you buy your cats some fancy playthings, and all they really want is the bag it came in. An Anglo-Saxon king complained about that. He had to quit his job because his cats perplexed him so.
Who needs a paper shredder when you have cats? 🙂
Or a furniture shredder?