Exhibit A: The Destroyer.
Exhibit B: The crime scenes.
This is the edge of the patio. Granted, the bricks were kind of falling off there in the first place, but this is after I've filled it back in. As you can see on the right, he's gone well below the paint line on the brick. And sometimes he kicks the bricks out into the yard.
A spot I haven't had to fill in a few days.
Can't see where the patio ends and the dirt begins? Not surprised. Another favorite makeshift bed.
Sigh. The infamous four-o'clock bed. The lawnchair propped up against the wall-- that's where he dug further into the bed killing the plants that were there. I'm rather hoping for a come-back.
And then there's the monkey grass, which he used to lay on. We have to keep the chairs on it:
So he occasionally does this:
Thankfully, this morning I found him sleeping here with the cat:
Between the tree and the bench. That is a location I can live with.
I also noticed a couple of blooms on the four-o'clocks across the patio. This means the plants in the bed aren't far behind.
I'll take what I can get.