It's garbage day in our neighborhood and someone was throwing out their couch. Needless to say, I snagged the cushions. I brought them home and DH goes, "Oh, I see you got some new chew toys for Marlowe." 
The way I've dealt with bedding shredding in the past (Conrad's usually the culprit) is to just remove the bed for a little while (a week or two) to break the habit. But Marlowe needs something to lay on--the floor of his room is carpeted but it is a finished basement and underneath the carpet is cement and it's both cold and hard. So he got an old couch cushion and we'll see what he does with it.
Cressida and her best friends:
