We often leave the tyrants inside the house even when they're home alone, the marble cools them off in this terrible terrible heat the crazy weather brings us lately. Togo takes good care of the house, the only thing we have to deal with is mini mishaps from the still-not-fully-toilet-trained mini tyrant.
I was out for about two hours and came back to energetic tyrants welcoming me joyfully. So I kissed them hallo and patted them and hugged them silly to match their enthusiasm.
Then I went in the house, and found this strange bit of sponge on the floor. 'Oh, no' I thought. 'The tyrants ate something!'
I couldn't figure out where this bit of sponge came from - the bit doesn't look familiar at all. I hunted up and down for the dead creature. What on earth did they destroy?
I found further dead bits all over the house. But what exactly did they kill?
And then I saw it. It was there right in front of me, but I totally missed it.
The tyrants had made minced meat of our...
... our 1+ year old sofa...
I wonder why the tyrants didn't eat the older sofa. At least that would save us some disposal cost.
Of course I freaked out. A sofa is a big thing to destroy. Unfortunately with all the affection I had already showered them earlier, scolding them would have not much effect. I raised my voice a little but they both just sat there looking cute and blameless.
I called up Togo Daddy and he said he'll sort them out when he got home. When Togo Daddy came back later, he came in sternly and started on the tyrants. He was just two seconds into his rant when mini tyrant stood on her toes to lick daddy's fingers, and big tyrant rolled over for a belly rub at his feet. Hah.. no prizes for guessing that cuteness does get you out of things.
I'm going to make a sofa stuffing out of dog hair, you tyrants.