The bag must be landed on, bitten, whapped (several times each) and once it's thoroughly intimidated, I take my little mouse inside and go crazy in there to complete the task. Once that has been accomplished, well, I need to recharge for my next round. I even fall asleep in the bag. You never know, it could become unruly and I need to be right there when it happens.
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Hi Abby! It sounds like you're working really hard (did anybody say F.U.N.?) protecting Mr. R and Ms.C from their paper bags. Good for you!
If you're ever in the mood to relax, I wanted to mention that my favourite toy is something called a Cat Dancer. Great for muscle toning!
Your Abyssinian pal from France,
Sen-Chan
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