Sometimes, I get bored of sleeping on the bed, or on my cushion. So, I found a new bag.
Now, Dad gets a bit nervous when I get into a bag - I only pee'd in a bag twice, once when I was little and once when I had just come home from the Kitty Quarantine Spa and hadn't figured out where my box was - so think that can be excused and don't think there is any need to mention it again. It seems like a very nice bag.
I may stay here for some time.
I'm a big fat ginger kitty in a bag!