flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Or the paper towels, or his tax forms. Whatever. Many of my books have little fang marks in the corners because Charlie does not approve of me reading instead of paying attention to him, and he’ll grab the corner of the book with his teefs and try to drag it out of my hands. I have to be really careful with library and other borrowed books.
Which I guess is less expensive than a pair of kittens climbing a speaker to get to the keyboard, so I should be grateful, really.
“You certainly should. My teeth are glorious! Glorious!!!!” – Master Charlington of Dentifrice Abbey