Every once in a blue moon, Libby takes a notion to chew up a box of Kleenex, typically, a new box that has just been opened. It seems to occur when she is feeling slighted about being by herself, yet I can never quite predict what sets it off. She was in here calmly lying on the bed with her spotted cow when I went down the hall to start supper. A few minutes later, I came back in to get something, and an entire box of Kleenex was in shreds all over the floor and bed.
Now, these days, the act of bending over to pick up all that Kleenex (believe me, an entire box of 160 2-ply tissues is a lot of shredded Kleenex) is just too difficult. Thankfully, Rando picked them up for me, although in a nod to exchange theory, I was cooking dinner at the time. He told Libby the Kleenex was coming out of her treat allowance. While she appeared to fathom (from the contrite look on her face) that he was displeased at the moment, I doubt she entertained the thought very long.