Pillows bleeding, their stuffing strewn across the floor in pockets of violence, newspapers wet and crumpled in a corner, a lamp shattered into multiple pieces, and photographs knocked on their sides.
Down the hallway, toilet paper had been pulled from the bathroom and weaved its way into the laundry, while petals and leaves had been eaten and vomited up by the bedroom doors.
The blankets had been pulled from the master bed and lay against the wall, where settled in them was one half of the culprits, the other curled up on the bed.
As they realised another figure was in the room the cat simply stretched and turned away, while the dog’s tale wagged against the covers, eyes filled with guilt.
This would be the last time the pets would be left inside alone.