After I’d made sure that Freckles was out of the bedroom, I searched the room for other potential damage. When I glanced at the bookcase, I saw it…a copy of The Standard Book of British and American Verse with added chew marks on the top. It was an old book, but probably not worth much (I hope). It was still readable – she hadn’t damaged any of the pages. Freckles probably didn’t care for the taste or she just isn't a fan of poetry.
Well, we certainly needed to make sure that the bedroom door wasn’t left open again! In the meantime, I put any of the books that meant something to me on higher shelves. No use taking any chances!