For some reason my Phouka is really leery of plastic bags. Whenever I pulled one out and shake it to open it (even a garbage bag) he takes off. But if one gets on the floor, he'll maul it when I'm not around.
One day I'd just come back from the grocery store. This was before I had my canvas bags. I was putting things away and I heard a rustle and saw a stealthy movement out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to see Phouka, head stuck through one of the bag's handles, the bag trailing across his back like a Superman cape, doing a slinky, commando belly crawl across the floor. He had this total 'I see dead people' look on his face. When I could stop laughing long enough to extricate him, he just sat there looking traumatized.
I don't know what I'd do for entertainment without a cat in my life. Life would be so much less shiny. *G*
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One day I'd just come back from the grocery store. This was before I had my canvas bags. I was putting things away and I heard a rustle and saw a stealthy movement out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to see Phouka, head stuck through one of the bag's handles, the bag trailing across his back like a Superman cape, doing a slinky, commando belly crawl across the floor. He had this total 'I see dead people' look on his face. When I could stop laughing long enough to extricate him, he just sat there looking traumatized.
I don't know what I'd do for entertainment without a cat in my life. Life would be so much less shiny. *G*