We were very grateful that none of the cats had been injured during the roll's suicidal unraveling.
Later that morning, Mr. Toffee practiced mountain-climbing on the lace curtains. Like Sherlock Holmes, he can be very annoying when he is bored.
His exploits were too wild and short-lived for me to document with my slow camera, but I did get this photo of him preparing to launch himself:
Mr. Toffee likes to reflect on recent criminal developments even as he is devising catastrophes of his own. After rappelling down the curtains one last time, he suggested to Mr. Harris that a cat may have been, in fact, responsible for the bathroom carnage.
Mr Harris has an investigative mind. He quickly got down to business, identifying two possible suspects:
(This story is developing.)