9 lives?

 

It’s an ordinary plastic bag.  Nothing remarkable.

But …

We went out to dinner last night. Mexican food.  Fajitas.  Brought home the leftovers in a plastic bag.  Popped the food into the refrigerator and left the empty bag on the dining room table.  

Woke up at 5:30 this morning to the sound of a plastic bag being dragged across the bedroom floor.

Somebody with paws and fur was dragging the bag … the handle was wrapped around her neck. 

Care to guess which cat?

We have a “no paws on the table” rule in this house.  A rule that both cats have broken. But Duchess can’t jump directly from the floor to the table, she needs to jump from floor to chair and then from chair to table.  She can’t reach the table if the chairs are properly pushed under. 

But Shadow is an athlete.

And it’s not the first time she bagged herself.

Don’t worry, she’s fine.  Scared herself a bit, but she’s ok.  

But last night .., well, they do say cats have nine lives …