Backstory: A while ago when I recovered the place where I live my computer stool, I used some foam padding I had around and also some flat, quilt-batting stuff that – surprisingly – was also just lying around. (You can see it in the banner photo. What on earth would I have bought that for originally? No idea.)
Anyway, when I was working on the stool, Ralph loved that batting like it was a creature. A creature that he wanted to eat. When it was time to put the rest of the batting away, I folded it up tightly and shoved it (all cat-proof-like) on a shelf by the printer.
More backstory: Lloyd installed a new printer a couple of days ago. He moved the batting.
Not backstory but what just happened today: I came home and looked at bits of white fuzz all over the dining room.
Lauren: “What happened here?”
Lloyd: “I don’t know, but you should go see the guest bed. Something is going on in there.”
Oh.
I see.
Ralph got his prey. He got it real good.