Ripley Loves Paper Towels

This evening I was relaxing and watching some Hell's Kitchen in the living room when I heard the sound of mischief in the other room. Slightly annoyed, I got up and walked around to see what it was.

In my office, I saw a few shreds of paper towels at the door jam, but assuming that was the extent of it, I went back to watching TV. Don't ask why I didn't look to see where Ripley was, I can't recall why it didn't occur to me to find her.

Shortly after, I heard an even louder amount of noise, this time a few thuds and even a small crash. I shot up and ran to the office.

Nothing, except for a few new shreds of paper towels on my computer desk(!!). Ok, enough was enough, I thought, and began to look for Ripley.

But first... I wanted to look behind the futon in the office. I pulled the futon away from the wall and found a large mound of paper towel shreds along with her ball, part of a mysterious FedEx envelope and a few of my missing socks.

Upon closer inspection, I saw the butt-end (literally) of Ripley hiding under the futon now sitting in the middle of the room. I got down to the floor and there she was, leering at me from under the futon, taunting me with her wicked puppy ways.

Grumbling to myself, I began the 10-minute process of picking up the mess. It turns out she somehow got the brand new roll of paper towels from the bathroom counter that I had used earlier in the evening to clean the sink and mirrors.

I really do think that's enough paper towels for Ripley, don't you?