I'm sorry, but if you're going to leave a comfortable looking bag lying on the floor for more than a few days then you can't complain if I decide to start sleeping on it. And that, gentle reader, is precisely what has happened here. Ange is/was the proud owner of a rather fetching hessian shopping bag. I believe it was used for ferrying papers to and fro her place of employment. Well it's now my place of enjoyment - Hah! See what I did there?
It really is most agreeable for a mid morning nap and there is only the one down side to it which is that the humans see me lying there on it and turn into a pair of simpering idiots, spewing out bile inducing comments regarding the cuteness of my appearance, as if I didn't know. Strewth! Give a cat some peace will you? It's enough to make you bring up a hairball the way they jabber on. I don't wake them up with a running commentary on the way they look. No, I wake them up with a mouse or just a good meowing to make them move over and give me more room on the bed.
One day I shall tire of the bag and Ange can have it back for her papers, but until then it's mine. It must be left exactly where it is and kept unspoilt until I grow weary of it. How long will that be? Who can say? One thing is for certain and that's if it should be moved before I've done with it then my wrath will be incurred. I'm sure that won't happen though as they both know what's good for them.
P x
