Our cat Polly likes to get into boxes and bags.  She's been known to cram her bulk into empty soda 12-pack boxes, shoe boxes, paper bags, plastic bags...she's not fussy.  If it's a bag or a box, she'll get in it.

We went to the grocery store this morning, and after we had unloaded everything we left a paper bag out for Polly to play in.  She spent most of the morning in there, rustling around and pouncing on unseen things.

This afternoon, when the boys came home from school, we decided to let the dog and cat open their Christmas presents.  We got Henry a peppermint shaped toy that squeaks and rustles and has rope on it that he can chew on.  Polly got a spider on a string that has dangly legs and is stuffed with cat nip.

She attacked that spider, rolling around the floor with it in her mouth and paws kicking and clawing and biting it..  Then the catnip kicked in...and she carried it off to her kitty lair (aka the brown paper bag):

As you can see, she was still having a great time with it.  Then Henry came by to see what she was up to:

That thing you see in the bottom right corner is Henry's hot dog squeaky toy that he brought over to kitty's lair.  We like to think that he was offering it as a trade....hot dog for spider toy.  As you can see, Polly's answer was a smack with her paw.  In cat-speak that means "hell no. Bugger off....you can't come in"

She's still in there, y'know.  She came out to use the cat pan and get a drink, but her and spidey have spent almost 3 hours secluded in that bag.

Oh, to be a cat....