Help it's chasing me!

On Saturday evening I had been running around doing the shopping and giving lifts to the children so when we got home we hurriedly put most of the shopping away and we left the last few bits while we ate our meal. Suddenly there was a clatter in the kitchen then the door burst open and in rushed Dave (the cat) closely pursued by a carrier bag. He did three circuits of the house before dashing into Emily's room for sanctuary, the bag caught on the door and Dave hid under the bed. He must have been investigating the last few bits of shopping when the handle of the carrier bag got stuck around his waist (well, I mean the middle bit that would be his waist if he had one). Hopefully it will teach him not to scavenge, but after living as a stray for so long I don't think we will ever stop him trying to steal food. The only thing in the bag was a refill box of sweeteners so it survived the srint around the house undamaged, after all even even Dave couldn't eat 500 sweeteners – but he would probably have given it a try if he hadn't been chased by the bag!