It’s been months since our little killer cats tore innocent rolls of white, fluffy toilet paper sheet from sheet without mercy. Months, I say. I suppose that’s why we let our guard down. That was a mistake.
Jed has been plotting the perfect moment for a stealth attack. He struck with precision recently, opening the cabinet, pulling an unsuspecting roll from within like a raccoon raiding a chicken coop, jumping up to the bathroom counter to laze in the coolness of the basin as he slowly plucked and spit out pieces from his kill…
That’s when I found him. The damage had already been done.
It appears that Jackson, who arrived after I did, had no prior knowledge of Jed’s mission. As I grabbed the camera to document the scene, he launched his own investigation.
The carnage was everywhere. Jed was surely implicated. Jackson, being a protective brother and pal, told Jed to beat feet and get the hell out of here.
Jed and Jackson are now on the lam.
Is this is comedy or tragedy? The jury is still out. What say you, people of This One Wild Life?