My tortie, Squirrel, is so silly. She's also the one who, over the course of about 6 years, put that hole in the top of this wicker shelf. Good thing that shelf was a freebie. My mother picked that shelf up 16 something years ago on the side of the road, someone was moving and throwing it out. Kinda wish Squirrel didn't "hate" my shelf so much. But it is also kinda endearing in a way. The hole is a combination of her laying atop it like a hammock, clawing away at it, playing with, and gnawing on it. Nom noms. =_=
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