Lisa Hendrix

Hmm. When I went to bed last night, that bag was on the kitchen table. Intact. With both handles.

I started wondering if I’d left the dog loose overnight but no, she was snoring away in her kennel. (we keep her locked up when she’s unsupervised because she will literally eat everything and we’ve already paid one huge vet bill).

Then the cat wandered out. Remember that missing handle on the torn bag? (I had to bribe him with food to get the picture.)

 

There was also this, apparently from his efforts to escape.

I haven’t been able to find a mark on him, but I suspect he hurt his paw as he was tearing off the big part of the bag.

Anyway, I got the shears out and cut him free while he was eating. And then I gave him some catnip. He’s fine.

Of course, being a cat, he’s pretending nothing happened.

Nothing at all.