This morning I found an excellent example of the deterioration of my sanity. This poor fellow was a little trinket my step-mother carried back from NY for me. Nothing terribly sentimental, but a gift nonetheless. I had carelessly left it lying on the couch downstairs, much to its demise. The rat-dog claimed it as its own and promptly removed the poor thing's eyes. This event occurred months ago.
What I stumbled upon today was far, far worse and rather gory. I suggest you avert your eyes if you have a weak stomach.
Ripped to shreds - what a pity. Anything left downstairs has the possibility of being confiscated by someone or something. Nothing is sacred.
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