Yesterday I came home from work to find the pet sitter had left a Christmas card and a gift, which I had a feeling was intended for Truman based on its general shape and smooshy nature.
He had a great time opening his present:
There were TWO gifts inside -- a squeaky stuffed toy and a mini tennis ball.
After examining his gifts, Tru ignored them for a while in order to rip up the wrapping paper.
So I grabbed the squeaky toy and squeaked it, and that got him interested in it again. In the space of one evening, he managed to eviscerate it and perform a squeak-ectomy. It is now but an empty shell. Oh, well. Easy come, easy go!