She found them on the bottom shelf of my bedside table, bled all over them*, and tore them up into tiny, tiny pieces.
Luckily, I was able to snatch them away from her before too many of them got munched up. She did get most of the climax and resolution and a few from the beginning, though.
|This is one of the more intact ones. |
See the blood?
I'm still recovering from the shock of seeing my novel** skipping off across the living room without me, but I forgive her.
|Especially with this contrite face.|
I needed to work on those areas of the book anyway.
* She's teething. She's very drooly and nearly continuously dripping a little bit of blood. She's lost all her top teeth except for her pointy little fangs and the two in the middle. She looks a little silly.
** or the plans for my novel, anyway.