Ugh, came home today to a disaster in my room! On stepping in my room, I saw it – my precious beanbag, the one I just sorted out a few days ago, ripped wide open, sprawled out on the floor. Clearly, the culprit is my cat. No one else would destroy something like that on purpose! I can just picture it – him chasing that beanbag around, chomping on it like a rubber mouse. And of course, the little furball knows he's gone too far – he's been hiding ever since I got back! What am I gonna do with this cat?