A week or two ago I was in the bathroom getting ready for the day when I heard a rustling sound coming from our open closet. There is a small trash can in there up on a shelf (out of dogs’ reach), lined with a plastic grocery bag; but why, I wondered, would the trash can bag be moving? The windows weren’t open to a breeze. Immediately my mind goes to the thought of a mouse in the trash can, or maybe even a giant spider, big enough to make the bag rustle.
I chose to ignore it initially, maybe I didn’t hear what I thought I did. But then there it went again….rustle, rustle. The thought also went through my mind that one of the cats might be in there. So I went over to look, and even though I had that in my mind, I jumped about a foot when I saw something black moving in the basket in the back! “Oh, goodness, Samantha, you scared the heck out of me!”
Now, of all the places to lay in the house, why on earth would that silly cat choose to lay in a basket full of plastic grocery bags?
Especially when there is a totally empty basket right in front of it, and one next to it with rags in it?
That’s our Samantha for you. I eventually took the plastic bags out of it for her, since she kept returning to it. Lately she’s been alternating between sleeping in there, and out on our screened in porch.
Happy Black & White Sunday!