First there was this.
At the time, poor Bea Cat was blamed.
Turns out the culprit was of the canine variety.
He was caught out when he decided to give the sofa seat cushions a makeover.
In the early hours.
When he was supposed to be asleep in his bed in a corner of the living room.
No wonder the police helicopter has been hovering overhead recently.
Baaad dog.
As from today, there's this, courtesy of Mr P. Knoll.
There are also two new sofas.
And a new floor.
Still to replace: lighting, curtains, rug, cushions.
Not that they've been damaged. Just because.
Seems a certain ginger haired, butter wouldn't melt spaniel isn't being replaced.
So he has a new bed.
Upstairs.
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