Mr Fuzzypants has always worshiped paper.
Sometimes that worship comes in the form
of destruction and sometimes it comes as love.
Most of the time, I keep a wad of packing
paper on the floor next to my sewing chair,
Mr Fuzzypants will come up, rough up the
paper (you know, to make it comfy) and
then sleep there. (I *know* paper is so lush
and soft. But really, it's what he likes.)
Well, his last bit of paper got too tattered,
so I recycled it last week (heathen, much?).
So today I gave him a new sheet of paper from
a box I was unpacking. He played with it on
and off all morning.
When Big E got up this morning, I was sewing
up the last of my Etsy orders. He came into
the sewing room and started checking emails,
and then we heard the sound of paper being
mauled. I wondered what Mr F was getting into,
and turned to find that he's carried his new sheet
of paper into the sewing room so he could hang with us.
Mmmm.. soft and cozy packing paper... Notice the toy
collection he brought with him?