Cats and Bags .... and Whacky Weed Wednesday!

Stygia: The perfect place to rest is usually near to one of our people, and even more perfect is resting near one of our people on one of their bags! I found this beautiful backpack right behind Ms. C's chair, and I occupied it neatly. I think my colors look really good with it, don't you?

Abby: Does life imitate art, or does art imitate life? I don't know, but I do know that it's a fine thing to find a bag to rest a chin on, especially if it is a vaguely cat-shaped bag:

I didn't even realize Ms. C took this next picture of me, I was fast asleep after a furious round of catnip-induced frolic!

What, you want to see the frolic? Well.... ok:

PS. Ms. C is not sure why the video is "squished," but you can still see the frolic....

Kill, Recharge, Repeat

I have been performing my job well, Ms. C says. Of course I have! She is pleased that I finally made use of my litterbox, but I have much more important things to attend to. Like killing the paper grocery-bag from both inside and outside, with the help of my little fuzzy mouse.

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.