This is what happens when I get a squeaky stuffed toy. First, I head for the bed and proceed to mess it up as I attack the toy.
Now I've gotten the tag off. My quest is to get the squeaker. If Mommy is in the other room and hears me squeaking it, it always makes her laugh.
Still working hard! The more I chew and fling it around, the messier the bed gets.
Now I'm getting pissed.
I'll pull all the fluff out. I take chunks in my mouth, pull it out, spit it aside and dig in for more. This is awesome fun!
Now I've got that damn squeaker. I'll puncture it so it won't squeak anymore.
I'll just dig around for a while longer & pull the last remnants of fluff out. Now I'll rip at the carcass for a while. Then, exhausted.....
It's time for another one of my favorite activities, sleeps!