I have a new appreciation for that phrase since the cat really doesn’t want to be in the bag.
Talore was playing with a plastic grocery bag on the floor yesterday and was half-way inside it, so I attempted to scoop her into it and pick it up by the handles. Considering she’d been clawing at it the bag wasn’t in perfect condition, but as I pushed her into it she clawed her way straight out the other side without even slowing down. I managed to drop a bag over her today (just seeing if I could get it around her, not trying to pick her up) and she got out through one of the handles and took off with the handle still caught around her middle.
That’s Talore lying in the middle of a sheet of tissue paper that she was attacking. When I first noticed her lying there she was curled up at least partially asleep in the middle of it, but when I started to take the picture she noticed I was paying attention to her and rolled over so I could rub her belly.
There’s Talore in my chair. She doesn’t often lie down in my chair, and almost never when I’ve been sitting in it recently, but yesterday she took my spot while I was taking a load of clothes out of the dryer. I was kind of surprised she wasn’t trying to sneak past me into my closet while I was folding clothes.