in his defence...

...it was Nelly that burst it and as soon as she'd heard it hiss and go slightly soft she walked away and left it. The thrill for her is actually 'killing' it. Ziggy went and picked it up and spent a large part of the afternoon tearing tiny bits off it. He shook it, snorted at it, ripped it, stood on it, stretched it, rolled it all over the kitchen, then went to sleep with part of it under his front paw. So a wild afternoon for him, and part of the ball lives to fight another day.

For Cailleach's WildWednesday challenge - thank you for hosting Suse, x