"Omigod!" I said as I opened the door to the back rooms this morning.
A roll of paper towels, left carelessly unattended, had suffered a horrible death.
Raider disavowed any responsibility for the carnage. It was noted that the younger cats--Clarence and Lola--were not to be seen as we cleaned up the mess.
Lola later denied any involvement but the tell-tale pieces of towel clinging to her britches hinted otherwise.