I got presents this morning. It's our 9th anniversary together and Tom
bought me a couple of wonderful scented soaps, some bath salts and a
couple of metal bookends for my night stand. I took the presents out and
left the bags on the floor, with very interested cats all around them.
Suddenly, there is a commotion and we see an orange blurr come running
into the dining room, making a lot of noise and then going back to the
bedroom. Rufous has an Evil Bag chasing him. Very close. And it won't go
away. He's totally freaked. We chase him for a couple of minutes and
finally the Evil Bag untangles from his neck and he is free again.
I console him until his heart beat slows down a bit. We decide to toss
the bags before another one of the cats smelling them gets chased by an
Evil Bag.
Crazy gatos.