A gratuitous Murphy Shot, snapped while Boris was cuddling his mouse on the bed. Murphy is still miffed that he didn't get a catnip mouse, and God help me, I'm so crazy I'm thinking of making him a felted bear of his own. He can't have pet store fuzzy toys because they always have squeakers, and being a terrier (albeit a pint-sized one) he wants to Kill the Squeaking Thing. It's rather disgusting to watch - he eats the face off the toy and continues tearing at it until he hits Squeaker, at which point I of course take it away from him. I'm thinking a supervised session with a felted teddy bear might be okay. Maybe it won't incite his bloodlust.