I'm sorry to report that poor Centreparcasaurus met a sticky and unfortunate end this evening.
Of course we would not have known about his sad demise had the cat not vomitted 4 perfect, undigested dinosaur feet onto my best rug.
We've retrieved what's left of him from under dd's bed.
DD is devastated and I've had to shatter her last hope that some reptiles can grow a second tail. Because while this is true, I suspect that dinosaurs didn't evolve to the point where they could grow a new head.
DH has been banished upstairs and told that he can come back down when he's finished making up his own Python-esque Dead Dinosaur Sketch and it had better not be while dd's still awake.
DD wants to know if we can report it as a crime to the local Safer Neighbourhoods coppers.
I'm worried that my rug will never be the same again.
It's been a difficult evening.