The cat’s out of the bag. Or, rather, into the bag.
Scarlett is feeling a little left out on the Sugarlump lately. She’s very sensitive about these things so she decided to do something cute to get my attention and make the news.
She also loves bags and any place where she’s not supposed to be.
I rounded the corner from my living room to the kitchen and there was Scarlett, chilling in my large canvas tote that I planned to fill up with items to take to the car.
She says she would like to keep this as her new mobile residence.
She sat in this bag for hours.
It’s like her own little fortress, ideal for sneak attacks on any Gus cats that stroll by towards the fridge. Those are his ears in the bottom of the photo.
It also makes a nice cocoon.
Nobody can say no to that face.
Ok, fine. You can sleep in the bag. I’ll load everything into the car tomorrow.
After all, tomorrow is another day, Scarlett.
Y’all come back and see us,