He doesn't eat much. It's not that bad.
That’s probably the stray grumbling rug that wandered off.
Nobody has been able to find the wee mite.
He doesn't eat much. It's not that bad.
No, the cats clawed the grumbling rug to shreds a long time ago. Gee whiz, I thought you knew.
We obviously need a new one, and I’ll keep it away from the cats, especially Miss Hissy Slashy. She doesn’t have that name for nothing.