You roll out of bed, shredded pyjama pants trailing in your wake, and flop onto all fours. You know you should be shocked, perhaps horrified, but... honestly, you're just annoyed. That was your comfiest pair! How are you meant to go out like this, anyway? Is this a good enough reason to call in sick? How are you even going to fit through the front door? Ugh. What a pain in the brand-new, four-legged, pyjama-ruining ass.