So I get up this morning walk to the living room for my cup of hot tea and I open my bedroom door and what do I find? My living room looking like a bunch of teenagers had a party. Throw pillows on the floor, one with the stuffing pulled out, blinds knocked out of the window with a couple of slats broken, Trash knocked over, flip flops shredded, books knocked off the shelf, couch coushions all pulled off the couch, magazines with the covers ripped. Cat toys EVERYWHERE!! And who is sitting in the middle of it all sleeping like an angel? Yes that would be my darling Cj. (If I had a digital camera I would have taken a pic, it was that bad.) Why?
He has not done that before.....