For the past two months, this paper sack has occupied the corner of our bedroom.
I’d gladly toss the thing out, but this extra large fast food carry-out bag holds precious contents.
If you’ve ever owned a cat, then you know that they treasure:
- any paper that can be used as a cave
Exposed rump aside, Baby Girl thinks she’s invisible right now so pretend you can’t see her.
Paper bags also transform cats into ninja’s, so be prepared for an attack.
Once a paper sack enters our house, it takes roughly two days to go from perky to disheveled thanks to multiple pouncings and rounds of “Choo-Choo Train.” (A game where Baby Girl jumps into the bag and I pull her around the room hooting and hollering like a locomotive.)
However, despite its torn sides and missing handles, this sack is not refuse yet.
Not by a long shot!
Now it can finish out its days as a:
- lounging medium
- strong hold
- best friend
Or maybe I should just order out from Jason’s Deli again…