So ... the other night, I'm laying in bed, reading a novel, and Roswell's curled up on my arm, purring happily. And then ... with no warning, she leans her head out and ... takes a huge bite out of the bottom left hand side of the page. She chews it up, then comes back to bite the page twice more, leaving little tearing fang marks.
so what kind of book was this that's good enough for Roswell to eat, you ask?
A book about a cat that runs around eating people, of course. I think she got a little over-excited by the picture on the cover.