I'm not sure how Cassy devined it, but he has found MANY evil sacks in the house lately. He's taking a well earned break at the moment, but he was forced to eat his way out of a paper grocery sack that had some items I was returning to my parents on Friday, and today the plastic sacks set beside the door to go to the recycling center needed to be decanted through three rooms and shredded along the way. It was impressive at his thoroughness, considering how little time I left him alone with them...

I had no idea that either set of sacks was EVIL, EVIL, EVIL. Isn't it wonderful that our cats are looking out for us at all times (naps permitting, of course)?