Seeing that the planned evening of work wasn't proceeding smoothly, I took a fabric-covered page from my sketchbook and drew Bibi in his (deceptive) angelic, sleeping innocence.
Then I put on some loud rock music and pinned snippets from my scrap bag to the page in a mad frenzy. Bibi woke up and wanted to get in on the action.
At first, he observed closely.
Then, in a grab for attention, he gnawed on the presser foot lever and sent the spool of thread flying.
Despite his enthusiasm, I managed to keep stitching.
However, Bibi apparently does not appreciate Dire Straits and Led Zeplin cranked up to full-blast volume. He stalked out of the room.
But, never fear, on to new adventures.
He knocked a couple pens to the floor in the living room, then sneakily did some reconnaissance at the dining table (off-limits and doesn't he know it!) where I had been painting watercolors.
I later found two brushes under the refrigerator
He proceeded to shred the toilet paper (one of his favorite toys), two paper napkins, a paper towel and a kleenex, and knocked over my waste paper basket for good measure.
Then, he tipped over the old laptop, which crashed to the floor and gave up its soul.