Behold the book.
The poor book that Bubbers happened to be reading one morning while I was taking a shower.
The same poor book that Bubbers was still clutching in his adorably chubby little grasp when he suddenly stood up and swung his cute Wooga belly around the corner of the bathroom out of my sight and headed towards the toilet…..
The same toilet that he discovered was not latched properly like I thought it was.
Then stealthily and swiftly, without an ounce of fanfare or even a splash…..
He drowned the poor book.
And it died.
A sad page-stiffening edge-opening death.
So now, my dear readers, I implore you for help.
And ask you the question that plagues my mind…..
Thank you from the bottom of my toilet.