The bag is next to the couch. My cat, Cookies, she's been eying it evening. So she keeps creeping up to it. I'm sitting here, on the computer and I hear rustling. I look over and she's pulling stuff out of the bag and dragging it to the hallway. So I follow her and she's laying on all my new clothes.
THAT BITCH STOLE MY CLOTHES. She can't stand that I can have nice things and she's stuck with ridiculous holiday sweaters.