So I am putting Harley and Rascal back in the cage, and thinking that Renegade has been so good today. Then I hear what sounds like a bag ripping, so I try to think about what he could be doing. Go to find him, and he is in the kitchen, in the bag of flour, looking at me like "yes, mum?". Of course, I had to snap some pictures! He was not too happy when he got thrown in the bath, though.
-Done!-
-Done!-