Perry, just chillin' on the guest bed. Totally minding his own business. You know, hanging out next to a pretty pink bag. Except this is what was actually happening.
Okay, okay, he was fine. Don't report me to the SPCA. It wasn't tight around him; he had plenty of breathing room. But Perry gets larger as you pass his, ah, waist. So he couldn't wriggle it down his trunk. And being that he doesn't have thumbs, well, he couldn't get it back over his arms. Apparently resigned to living in a shopping bag, he just settled down for a nap. Fret not, as soon as the photos were snapped (with a camera phone, it's not like he went searching for a Nikon) Perry was freed from his confines with the snip of scissors. You see, we DO in fact have thumbs.
Unharmed, he went about his day as if nothing happened.
Cats out of the bag.
ha ha ha, I have cats. :) that was the best line. I like cats but can't have any in the place where we live. :) Glad that you could save him from his bag debacle and I won't report you
ReplyDeleteHa. Awesome. That is hilarious. I have to admit, I don't like cats (I used to love them, but then I became allergic... and it has gone downhill since), but I often see cat-traits in our dog, Maggie.
ReplyDeleteHahaha - I definitely won't fault you for taking pictures of your cat as I take multiple pictures of Webster every day! One time I found him dragging my tank top around when I was doing laundry because the strap got hooked around his neck!! Whoops :S haha
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