Cat in the bag

I couldn’t find Hugo this morning. I knew he’d come in last night. I knew I’d locked the cat flap. But he wasn’t to be found. I was rather perplexed if I’m honest.

Until I picked up my bag to unpack from camp… it was rather heavy and wriggled. A lot. It seemed that he’d decided that was the best place to sleep last night.

He wasn’t best pleased at being evicted. It made me laugh as I had come up with some rather implausible ways he could have gotten out.

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