This morning Tricia called me at work to tell me that the cushion on the chaise lounge out back had been ripped to shreds. This is the chaise lounge which the black cat has been making her own special place recently.

As soon as I had got home in the afternoon I went to investigate. Sure enough the cloth had several big rips and on each side of the lounge were tall piles of shredded foam stuffing. Most of the stuffing in fact was piled up on the patio.

Mysteries like this are never solved. The cats are the only ones who know and they aren’t telling. Was she mad at us for some reason and this was her way of getting back? Ripping up her own bed. Could she have been annoyed because it was wet? We have been having light rains here lately. Or could it have been done by a rival annoyed at the attention the upstart is receiving? Maybe the rival cat had marked it for her own and then the black cat tore it up in disgust.