Emric discovers the joys of the laundry basket.

An hour later.

Right place, wrong cat.

Not only will he eat anything, he'll also sleep anywhere.

The mystery of the missing bogroll is solved.

Emric sits back and lets it all flop out.

If only Madoc had "accidentally" hit the waste-disposal switch.

Emric spots the lenscap and decides to investigate.

Emric's sink fetish extends to the bathroom.

Having an Emric means you want to shoot him and cuddle him at the same time.