It's funny, isn't it, how cats think everything you have, do or say is intended for them.
The can opener? It's for cats. What ever's in the can MUST be for cats even though you don't EVER open canned cat food with it.
Clean laundry? For cats.
Dirty laundry? Check.
Grocery bags, full or otherwise? Check and check.
Babies? Check again.
So why were we so surprised this week when Muffin made herself at home in the doll pram after we spent all day helping E rearrange and clean her room?