Zack's was gone Tuesday morning. It was shredded in the bottom of his cage. Mommy had to clean it up and put one of his older toys in the cage.
To each his own, I suppose. It happens to humans too. Mommy's job requires her to travel twice a year. People tell her "oh, you're SO lucky!" and she emits something that sounds like a cross between a groan and a growl. In fact, she just said that her life goal is to burn her travel bags and never load up anything more than groceries again. I think that scared daddy a little.
Everybody's entitled to their opinion, I suppose. We all like (and dislike) different things. I guess that variety is what makes life so interesting.
That's all today. Happy Friday tomorrow and have a great weekend.