Yesterday afternoon, I slipped away from work early and met up with a friend and her daughter to do the annual One of a Kind Christmas Show
in Toronto. Much later (and much
wearier) I trudged home with an armload of good giftie stuff — none of it for Sam. At least, none that I planned on letting him see. His handmade catnip Christmas mouse was carefully double bagged and stashed away at the bottom of my purse. Until ...
Hmmm...what's that I smell?
Can't ... quite ... reach ...
Caught in the act! And he wasn't even apologetic!
Sam's Christmas mouse is now safely hidden in the freezer. (He'll be surprised all over again on Christmas morning.) I tried giving him a treat to take his mind off the confiscated treasure, but now he's fixated on my purse. That mouse must be stuffed with some good 'nip, eh? I might have to have the purse drycleaned!
Sam will be seeking hidden presents at the Friday Ark, at Sunday's Carnival of the Cats (hosted this week by Catymology), and with the Weekend Cat Blogging Crew at The Hidden Paw.