we keep a wicker shopping basket hanging on a hook on the coat rack, and inside that lives a smaller jute bag for light shopping duties.
as I needed to pop out to the bakery and the off licence (for milk and cream, before you all nod in a knowing manner), the small jute bag would suffice.
so I put on my coat, put my hand into the outer bag and *screamed*, as I encountered something quite alien to the jutey texture I was expecting.
Lilith (of course) has decided that a bag hanging on a hook is a really good place to sleep, thus:
5 thoughts on “the horror”
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Endy, our first cat, used to leave dead mice in my boots. The first one was one he’d “found”, long dead, mummified and flat as the proverbials. You don’t expect to have to shake your shoes out before you put them on in Yorkshire.
You don’t expect to have to shake your shoes out before you put them on in Yorkshire.
oh, I don’t know … here in Somerset, went to put on a shoe he hadn’t worn in a while, to find that somecat had thrown up in it.
which was nice.
…when I read that set of tags, that’s not quite what I expected the contents of the bag to be.
Also, what a sweet face she has!
sweet? no…
she’s an utter sociopath and vile, even for a cat, but she feels extraordinary – likely the softest thing you could ever experience.
oh, and that is her in my user pic.
Well it had to be furry.
Or yik.
On balance, I’m sure you prefer furr.