Letting the Cat Out of The Bag

As I walked into the kitchen the other day I saw a tail and a rear sticking up out of the bin. Oreo is as passionate about his food as Robbie and he hates the thought that any leftovers may get put in the bin when he would be happy to clear them up. I shouted his name and very slowly his rear end reversed out followed by a thick paper bag that had until that morning contained cat crunchies. It was now firmly stuck over Oreo's head, he reversed around the kitchen at increasing speed but the faster he went the faster the bag pursued him! I was helpless with laughter but eventually I recovered my composure sufficiently and released him from the bag. He shot off to hide from the wicked bin monster - his appetite is bigger than his brain!

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!