What is it about cats and suitcases? Why would she choose to ignore her soft flannel red blanky, to sit on rough canvas and zippers?
My suitcase seems to have a magnetic pull to Kitty. As soon as I pulled it out on Saturday, Kitty appeared and made her self at home.
Maybe part of it is the added height.
“I’m a queen and this is my throne.”
Or maybe she’s just laying claim to it.
“Like everything else in the house, I own this too.”
“Whatcha looking at Kitty?”
Silly adorable Kitty.