My plan

I has come up with a plan. My hooman went away and left me. This made me sad. A nice lady hooman did come round to visit me, but I like my own hooman — he gives good scritches and can be pestered into giving out treats. When my hooman came home, he put his bag with lots of clothes in on our bed. This must be how he was able to go away and not wear everything all at once. I immediately sprang into action. As soon as the bag was empty, I sat on it. I sniffed it, then curled up in it for a nap. As long as I'm in it, my hooman can't fill it...which means he can never go away again. Any time I see the bag out on our bed and open, I'm going to nap in it.