On Saturday night, the cats ruined a half dozen sheets of tissue paper. Beautiful, red sparkly paper got destroyed as they romped through the crinkly stuff. Of course it was my fault. First I got the paper out to wrap a present which made it a valuable commodity. If I like something that is new, clean, and crinkly; then of course the cats must give it attention. And then I made the mistake of trying to pull the sheets away from them. Well they got ruined in a good cause as we had much laughter watching them play. Charlie started it and Sophie joined in the fun.