and now he can’t lie in it.
This was the scene I came home to, after three hours at University today. In a fit of conscience and naïvety, I had opted to leave Jasper behind the stairgate to have the run of the kitchen in my absence.
Though there were no little gifts left, the utter destruction and ingratitude is galling enough.
In hindsight, I may have been optimistic to think he would never inspect the pillows in this much detail. They are now in the bin and he is sleeping on blankets.
We’re not concerned that he may have ingested anything untoward from his mess – he generally doesn’t – because he has been so full of beans as to be downright irritating.