When I was done stretching it, I left the room for a few moments to go grab something. When I came back, kitty was back in the middle of everything, helping to further "age" it by putting holes and claw-tears in it.
Normally I would freak. But at this point he can do better that way than I can with scissors. So for the first and last time, he got to trash it and I didn't holler at him to get out of it.
Shortly after this he celebrated by coughing up a hairball in our newly cleaned-out office closet. Well done, kitty.
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