There has to be a trick to getting the good stuff out of this over sized sock.
I like my present from Maggie but I must go sit by my Mudder so she can protect me while I squeak it with pleasure.
Yesterday, at night the little dog went and got Maggie's duck and tried to kill it and then carried it to her bed in the kitchen.
This morning Maggie got Cricket's toy and took it to her bed in the hallway and then began to chew hard with the intention of destroying the toy as pay back for the up start attitude that the little dog had taken her toy first.
The kitty justice is I saved the little toy from a Maggie chew fest and I could see in Maggie's eyes that I needed to put the toy in a safe place.