Alex packed his lunch up last night and stored it in his backpack instead of the fridge. I heard Dusty, our cat, rustling papers in the night, but I rolled over and went back to sleep. This morning Alex's lunch sack was in bad shape, and he had to put the whole thing inside another bag. I was concerned about the lunch meat since it was out all night, but time was short so I told him to smell his sandwich before eating it. Sooooo, today after school I asked him how his sandwich was. His reply? "My lunch had no sandwich!"
A few days later we found the empty plastic bag amidst some bread pieces behind a chair.
Like Alex says affectionately, "Who's a bad kitty?"
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