But I’ve been thinking about it, and I think I came to a wrong conclusion.
My person was mistaken when she said the package was for me.
It wasn’t for me at all.
It’s not even a dog jail.
It’s a cat cage.
I decided to test my theory out, so I got some cat treats, carefully placed them inside the cage, and lured Scratchy in.
Then I shut the door.
Yup, it’s a cat cage alright.
This is really fun.
Making fun of Scratchy in the cage, I mean.
I was having a great time watching Scratchy in the cage when my person heard something – I’m not sure what – and showed up in the room with us.
Person, I was only trying to do you a favor.
Aren’t you supposed to lock all the black cats up for safety?