An extra large, brown paper bag is all it took to occupy the energetic, too-mischievous-for-my-own-good but cute-as-a-button, I-can-do-no-wrong Luther with eight weeks (and counting) of 100% unadulterated fun. (It's a good place to snooze, too.)
Behold, the Amazing Bag.
It is not empty.
Note the many pinholes made by sharp little claws.
One day, one of those pinholes became a tear. Soon, the tear became a hole. Oh, the possiblities.
This seat is taken. Scram!
How about a hot dog and a glass of milk?
Did anyone see my mouse?
That took a lot out of me. Snore.....
End Note: The more timid Waldo observed Luther inside, around and on top of the bag for most of the past two months. Finally lured forward by the irresistible sound of crinkling paper, he only recently screwed up the courage to approach the strange brown object. To be continued....