That cat has got some nerve! Mum brought me a new tuggy rope and I had a great time playing with her. I slowed down, went for a nap and when I woke up I was astonished to find that Marley had commandeered it and was having his own fun. Is nothing sacred, nothing precious, nothing really mine in this house? He sleeps on the furniture (I’m not allowed), steals my food and now he’s playing with my toys. What’s a dog to do?