It was like trying to put together a puzzle without all the pieces. Whatever the source was, it didn’t look like the fuzzy boy was going to stop anytime soon. She had to take more drastic measures than the conventional training methods she had been using.
Through a mix of nighttime cameras and stealthy sneaking after her furry boy, she managed to pinpoint the source of the cat’s habit. He would leap and crawl through the tree beside her house and then slide through a gap in the upper window … of the attic.
She didn’t waste any more time. She had to see what he was doing.
Her first thought is that he was ripping out the insulation from her own home. But when she finally found ground zero, the truth was equally troubling as it was hilarious. She poked at the large hoard with a stick.
