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.