We violated a very important skunk house rule today. Never leave stray objects within reach, especially when Hobkin is unsupervised. I popped out of the room for a second, and when I came back, I found Hobkin shredding a stray paper towel and then going back for the mail. So, instead of shooing him off, I grabbed the camera and started clicking:
Sorting through the booty.
Junk mail, junk mail . . .
Paper towel, yum!
Surveying the results
After all the fun, it's time for a nap.
Now there's bits of paper towel all over the living room. But it was worth it for the cute.
does the exact same thing with paper towels. Before we instituted the "ferret house rule" of no paper towel (or toilet paper) rolls anywhere near the floor or within snatch range, Tuck would take them downstairs to the basement where he would happily spend some amount of time shredding himself a nice soft nest under the couch. It took two industrial sized trashbags to clean it all up - and that was one PISSED weasel. :-)
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Hobkin's is cute! ^___^
Kinda reminds me of my old dog, actually. My Mom used to sit at the dining room table and she'd go through the mail, and whatever was junk was dropped to her side where our portable shredder lay waiting to pounce on it and kill it. ^^;