Oh yes, Mom is so mad and it’s all Ichigo’s fault – and best yet, he’s the one who is gonna get seriously punished. As soon as Mom can get him from underneath the bed. Yup. 
I love the fact that he’s the one in trouble, he was caught red-pawed and now Mom can see for herself that he’s not just a loveable little kitten that I’m supposedly mean to.
What did he do you asks? Well, Mom gets a lot of magazines. Some of which she did subscribe to, others that she never did but somehow gots on their list and continues to get issues of their stuff. Our neighbors probably think Mom spends a small fortune in magazines because of this. But in any case, she’s got a bunch. When she’s finished reading the ones that interest her (or she gets one of the many that she can’t fathom why she gets them) she stacks them in a big ‘ol pile in the storage closet that connects to the bathroom. When it’s gets high enough, she takes ‘em to be recycled.
Well, now courtesy of Ichigo, there are magazines all over the bathroom floor, the hallway, and the living room. None in the kitchen though, which is where I stayed when this started going down. He didn’t just spread the magazines out – oh no, he sliced them up, and shredded them. Mom had gone to the store and come back to find Ichigo starting in on the toilet paper. Mom was not amused. 
Hallway looks very funny right now. Pictures of animals from the National Geographic magazines mixed up with human fashion from Marie Claire and Vogue. There’s even bits and pieces from some jewlery magazine (wedding bands for men!) along with Investment Advisor, and People.
Mom’s got quite the mess to clean and Ichigo is in deep doody.
