We have a few of those handy draft blockers for our old doors. I have often found them upstairs, downstairs and around the house, and after hearing the kids' pleas of innocence and confirming their alibis my suspicions turned to suspects of the feline variety. One late night when I was at the computer when I caught sight of Franklin dragging around his draft blocking prey with his teeth. I grabbed the camera quick and got these two pics. That rascal cat thinks these are his cat toys!
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