Bowdu caught himself a wild box of tissues.
By the time I had found him with his ‘prey,’ he had already gutted the thing, and all that was left was the cardboard hide.
It was still worth rolling in…
… and flinging around for a bit …
… before a couple victory laps around the yard.
He knows how to improvise, whether I like it or not… He’s got toys of his own, but it’s the interactive, disassemble-able, pilfered objects that are always much more fun.
Note: Photos from early March, right when Bowdu began blowing his coat and appeared to have been bitten by a couple fleas on his chest.