Adventures in THE BAG

It all started when Gran'ma came over to play... Her massive foot scared me.



I was forced to seek cover in a paper bag.



It wasn't easy to get open, but I managed.



The evil old woman, angry about a birthday or something equally as silly, continued to harass me.



I was forced to retreat even further, because her feet were rather stinky.



And then jump out and disembowl her with my mighty fangs and talons.



I can't show that, however. Mom says this blog has RULES. Hmph. All that work gone to waste.